As a little sister to a baseball playing brother, I know exactly what it is like to grow up at the baseball fields. I spent many years freezing and burning up watching him play. We traveled as far as Panama City with baseball, there were wins and loses, home runs, strike outs, trophies, tears, and squeals. I remember it all. Fast forward A LOT of years later, and I am back at the fields, but not as a little sister, but as a mom.
Yes, Ford has been playing baseball for several years now, but things have really turned up because not only are we playing city league baseball, BUT we are also playing competitive tournament ball.
Saturday started his first ever tournament in Horn Lake, a mere 30 minutes up the road.
He was ready.
They huddled
These two hung strong for 8 hours, 3 games, and 3 loses on Saturday.
Puddin snacked on Annie's happy meal she refused to eat. BoomPa and Taylor came too.
Annie flirted from inside the bouncy house with big boys on another team.
Sunday brought on another round of games. I was not properly equipped with mom baseball gear. I didn't have "the wagon". I bought this bad boy on Saturday in between games.
Sister stayed with Puddin on Sunday. It was cold and Bitty covered up.
Sunday we won the first game and lost the second game.
BoomPa giving proper batting techniques.
The Tobie Titans
Snacks
YOU MUST PACK SNACKS!
Five games in two days WORE ME OUT!!!!!!!!! Monday it was a struggle to get up, but Sister helped me. Ohhhhhhh toodles!
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