Jack and I went down to my son, Michael's, today and enjoyed an afternoon visit with him (It was mostly watch him work while waiting). We left Jack at his home while we went to watch Keely's (Granddaughter) team, play softball.
Toward the end of the game one of the little girls was hit in the head by a stray ball and was taken off by ambulance. She was conscious, but I'm glad precaution was taken and hope that she's okay, today. I left a message for Michael to find out, but haven't heard back, yet.
I was amazed at how fast the pitches are and how hard some of the girls could hit the ball. To tell the truth, I was glad Keely didn't play--I would have been a nervous wreck watching. In fact, I don't think I could have watched.
Frankly, I was disheartened by the display of poor sportsmanship from parents of both teams. School activities are supposed to teach while providing healthy physical activity for kids. I felt some of the parents should have been asked to leave the field for inappropriate behavior. One coach was sent packing for a completely unnecessary comment. While parents booed the umpire for throwing her out, I felt he was spot on, and I commend him. What's worse? The coaches are teachers, in some cases, and of course parents. The two most influential people in a child's life.
I left my camera behind in my purse at Michael's house, but I tried to get a few shots, through the fence, with my phone. I wondered, as I took them, how she could have grown up in a day, and how I wish Rich could see and know her, now.