Role Reversal

Talk about strange.  A spring monsoon washed out Valpo’s game yesterday, so Clare drove over to watch Elmhurst play North Central instead.  She sat in the stands while I kept score in the dugout.  Since around the time of the dinosaurs, it was the other way around, child inside parent outside, occasional messages exchanged through the side opening as necessary.

The aspiring coach made several observations that I missed, not the least of which was the importance of playing through an error.  Hanging your head or kicking the dirt doesn’t stop the play; the other side will take advantage of the gift for as long as you let them, up to and including the chance to score all possible runs.

The former captain was treated with the respect and affection due her, most of all by this year’s seniors.  Each year younger was a little more reserved until you got to the freshmen wondering what the big deal was.  The girl could hit, ladies.  Look it up in the record books.

North Central being the opposition, we found a way to drop both games despite some pretty good pitching.  Then it was over, and life went on for Bluejays past and present.