Isn't that a song? Hmmm...I'll have to look that up.
Anyway.
I live in the same town that I grew up in. On the same street. In a house where I spent probably half my life because they had a pool and children that I could play with. I have gone to church 6 blocks away my whole life. My elementary, middle school, and high school are also 6 blocks away. The college I attended and where I met Shawn is just 4 blocks away. Can you say 'sheltered upbringing'? I wouldn't have it any other way though. Now my girls are experiencing the same thing. It's wonderful.
So, you may ask, what do you do on a small town Saturday night? You go to the Mid-High Co-Ed softball tournament of course.
McKinley played for our church and since it's not really competitive it's just a blast to watch. The tournament is the end of the season party that includes the games and a hamburger and hot dog picnic.

Even though it was close to 100 degrees, it's a must see! The fans were on the edge of their seats:C)

The ump is my neighbor. He stood out there in the heat for seven and a half hours.

The Mid-High pastor was there going from bleacher to bleacher to evenly spread her love around.
The girls elementary principal was there as a coach of another team. He's also our neighbor.
This boy, oh this boy. I love my three girls and never wanted a boy after McKinley was born but if I could have a boy, I would take Cale. He's precious! I call him all summer long and beg him to come swim with me. 
Water bottles were everywhere! Occasionally a parent would drop some off in the dugouts.
Some children were doing anything to keep cool.
Wonder if her mother knew what she was doing? Hee-hee.
Even though the blue team scored well and even made it aways through the losers bracket they lost. But had so much fun doing it!

And since it's a church league, everyone is friends no matter what color your shirt is.
McKinley had fun even though they lost. She didn't, however, like having her picture taken.
So ends a small town Saturday night.
Want to know what happens on a Sunday? Stay tuned!
3 comments:
Sound like fun to me!
I love this. Your blog is exactly the kind of blogs I'm looking for in other states - in my 50/blog-50 state quest. They are hard to find, actually. People blog about a lot of nonsense I've discoverd. And, thanks to Blogher, everyone is trying to rich blogging and saying VERY LITTLE worth hearing. I've come across good blos, though. Anyway, I think the more you write about your intimate world, the richer your blog becomes. The pool shots also never get old. What will you plan for winter?
i just realized there are an awful lot of typos in that comment. i really am literate. c, i capitalize all my letters, 2.
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