I've watched my fair share of little league games this year.
We are in the midst of play-offs now.
I can't say I love sitting in the stands.
Actually, I get kind of sick to my stomach sitting there.
When Braden gets up to bat. with two outs. yikes. Too much stress.
I'm sure glad he isn't a pitcher. I'm not sure I could take it.
Watching him struggle. Watching him succeed.
Watching the ups and downs of the game of baseball.
Little microcosm of life.
Seeing the kids with tears in their eyes when they lose a game.
Seeing the joy when they win.
I love it. and then I hate it.
I just wish they could all win.
Happy boys. Make happy moms. Sad boys. Sad moms.
and in every game... there are both.
I guess I'm not too good at this competition thing.
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