Jul 16, 2008
Team Rip Your Heart Out and Shove It Down Your Throat
When we first started the season and they were assigning us to our different teams and coaches, I gave the lady Jacobs name and she said ""Ok, he is on Team Caring". "What?", I said. "Are you serious? Team Caring is the name of our team? That has to be a joke! Why not just call us Team Lame, or Team Rainbow Lambs and Flowers? You name your ball team after some kind of ferocious or noble animal like, The Lions or The Stallions, not Team Caring!!" Ok, I didn't really say that to her, but I did think it.
We never spoke of that name again. I don't even think the boys ever knew that was the name of their team. How could I reveal such shame to them. They enjoyed the season though, and as you can see they "won" medals. I don't know what they did to win the medals, seeing as everyone else received one also, but I think it has something to do with paying the $55 to play T-Ball. Now I only wonder if later when they actually accomplish something and win a medal it will mean just a little bit less because of this.
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I think it's like Ethan said when he got the medal - "We got this because we won all the challenges?" And I said, matching his jubilancy, "Yes! You hit the ball, you ran the bases, you caught the ball and you threw it - you did it all! You passed all the challenges!"
I thought that was a good way to put it. Our sweet Ethan, always wanting everyone to win.
Too funny!! I had to read it to Mom. Both boys are very caring. Maybe it was type-casting.
Gail
It's like the Plymell elementary t-shirts- When I went to school there, our mascot was this awesome screaming black panther with huge fangs.
Now the t-shirts have an overgrown housecat cuddling with schoolchildren. No fangs, no claws, no glory.
At least you compensated with the "scary" spider hat.
LMAO!!!
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