The Season is Over
As of last night, the season is over. We can attempt to get back into a normal routine and have dinner at a decent hour. No more double checking to see if uniforms are washed, socks are dry, and hats are kept up with because baseball/softball season is over. One more uniform wash and I'm done. Excitement & relief overcome me when I think about a normal afternoon of rest, but a sense of sadness immediately follows. I know one day it'll be the last time I wash that uniform, the last time I attempt to get that dang belt out of those loops, and the last time I'll frantically search for a specific hat. I almost feel guilty that it's over. There are only so many spring seasons until he/she either looses their love for the sport or is too old to play. I feel guilty for all those times I hoped for rain because I just wanted a night home. I dread the day that I don't see that little yellow helmet out on that field. So for now, I'll quit c...