Arriving at Boyd Field for my sons first game of the season, in majors I might add, was exhilarating. Watching him gear up and practice before the game put the biggest smile on my face. I knew he could do it. As skeptical as he was and the doubts he had, he still chose to stay in the division he obviously belonged in. He knew deep down he has IT.
With a cheering section of about 20 he must’ve felt good. But I mean GOOD. Like, these people are here to see me play, type of feeling. He deserves that feeling. Hell, everyone deserves that feeling. Especially when your one of five children, and the second one born. Sometimes, there can be a little Jan Brady syndrome going on.
Game starts and here he goes, running out onto the field, right field to be exact. Now, I’ve heard from different people that kids who are in right field have the strongest arm. But for some reason, I had a feeling they just put him there because they didn’t know where else to put him. In practice they had him playing third base most of the time, and he liked it there. I think he felt more comfortable there than in the outfield. But I think there is too much action going on in the infield for a 10yr old kid with ADD and anxiety disorder. So, kudos to the coaches who bravely put my strong armed child in right field, where he respectfully deserved to be.
No plays were made to him through out the whole six inning game. He did make his debut in the batter’s box in the second inning. Me being the FANatic mother that I am gets up trying to get a really good video of him at his first batting. As I’m walking to get in position I see number 12 walk over to him. “Hey Andrew,” he says. “Yea,” Andrew replies. Number 12 leans in to tell Andrew something. Andrew nods, looks at me as number 12 walks away and smiles. Damn I wish I knew what number 12 said. I won’t ask because I know that was a special moment between my number 7 and the good doer number 12. I believe number 12 gave my boy the confidence that he lacked and the courage that was roaring to come alive. Oh, how I love that number 12!
Andrew went 3 for 3 at his first game. He walked the first time and had two singles. He was radiant when he hit that line drive between second and third. I had butterflies, so I can’t imagine the flips that were going on in his tummy. Then the second base hit (the pitcher fumbled the ball), and he running as fast as he could to first…safe. Pheww…I can breathe again.
Ultimately, they did lose their first game. They walked in the winning run 6-7. Green team loses, as Donovan would say. As the team files out of the dugout, heads hanging, pissed that they just blew the game they had a 6-4 lead. Here comes Andrew, head held high, like he just won the world series of Warwick American Little League. Sure they may have lost their first game. But he sure played like a winner. He wasn’t going to let losing his first game, bring down the high he was feeling. He survived his first game of the majors. Now he can relax, and I can breathe a sigh of relief. This is going to be a great season.