|Cool Dude Shane, Kitty and Sid|
We set up camp next to some other parents on our team, who mentioned that we might be in the way of the Home Run Derby. We said, no worries, but little did we know what that really meant. Originally, we had just bought tickets for BBQ dinner and “Mega Mind” movie, so we were all set when we got our food that had been catered by Salt Creek Grill. YUM!
The first big activity was the baseball game between the Hermosa Beach Fire Department and one of the Hermosa Beach Little League teams with older kids. In the middle of the game – since our fire department is so small – they all had to leave to respond to an emergency call. Boy, who would have thought there could be such a small town feel in LA County. Well, that isn’t really why, due to budget cuts, we don’t have enough firemen in our town. Basically, if there were two fires in Hermosa, happening simultaneously, the neighboring town’s fire department would have to help out. Luckily, it wasn’t anything too serious on Saturday and, once the firemen returned, the game was finished – it was all good in the end.
But next came the Home Run Derby and I’m not sure I would say it was good. I noticed some of the dads get up with their baseball mits and go behind our tent. Then I heard the crack of a bat and the whiz of some mighty powerful balls. We were seated in the direct path of the top hitters and several balls bounced right off the top of our tent –where we were sitting. Jason – who had his back to the field – eventually turned around so he could see if any balls were going to knock him out.
I have to admit, it got to be a bit scary and I meandered away to visit with a friend of mine – who was sitting further away from the field than us -- and avoid getting hit.
All this time, Shane was running around having the time of his life. Being an only child, we tend to keep him on a short leash so it was so nice to let him be a wild boy within the confines of the baseball field.
He and his buddies went to the big screen to watch “Mega Mind” while most of the parents sat around their imaginary campfires drinking beer and wine and just being social.
At 10pm, it was lights out and they weren’t joking. The big stadium lights that we can even see from our house were extinguished on the dot and it was suddenly dark and like real camping. Most of the moms didn’t stay overnight and went home with younger children or to just get a good night’s sleep in their own beds. Right about that time, I started to get really envious but I wouldn’t let my little big guy down. I told him I was going to stay overnight and, by God, I was going to do it.
Since it was mostly dad’s left, I ended up heading into our tent to bed around 11pm. I played on my phone for a bit and then fell asleep right away. Honestly, I thought it would take me forever but I guess I had had enough wine to put me in a light coma. I did hear Jason stumble in a while later and then I was surprised that I slept straight through until about 4:50am. I woke up and really had to go to the bathroom, but didn’t feel like getting up to go so I never really went back to sleep but dozed off and on.
I did actually have a dream though. I dreamt that I was in a car accident and it was so realistic. In my dream, Jason comes running up and asks me what is wrong. I told him that I think I broke my ribs. Then I woke up and realized that the air mattress had deflated enough that a rock was jabbing into my back. At that point, I was up and, by 7am, Shane woke up. A lot of people were already up and moving around.
Shane and I got up to go to the Johnny on the Spot and it was a surreal moment. There were bottles and trash littering the ground around the tents. Kids were running around amped up on donuts and soda and parents were stumbling around – hung over – like zombies.
|Jason doing the 'Walk of Shame'|
The morning after at the ball park had that same “Leaving Las Vegas” quality – giving off the feeling like maybe you needed a drink or that you had one too many.