May 12, 2010 at 8:00 pm 1 comment

One week ago today, I had the worst moment of my life at a Blastball game.

Quick update:  I am happy to report that all is well and we are all physically healthy.  I have chosen to stay away from the games this week with Lil C, as I am not ready to face the field or the other parents.

This week we have had some very happy moments playing Blastball as a family.  The great thing about Blastball is that you really only need 2 players to partake.  So it works perfectly for a family of 4.

For those unfamiliar with Blastball, the rules:

One player hits the ball off the tee and then runs to the one and only base.  The fielder fields the ball and when he/she has control of it, he/she yells “Blast”.  If “Blast” is yelled before the runner gets to the base, the runner is out.  If it’s the other way around, the runner scores.  If there is more than 1 player on each team (there are 7 on Lil D’s team), then each player bats and then the teams switch from batting to fielding.

This game teaches little kids the fundamentals of baseball in an age-appropriate way, while allowing each player to participate often.

And it’s fun.  So we have embraced it with gusto.

I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but my husband Derek is intense.  He is the quiet, thoughtful, analytic type.  He is not a multi-tasker (and we have many discussions about this), and it often takes several calls of his name before he realizes someone is speaking to him.

I’ve noticed that my elder son has this same focus and intensity.  In fact, he occasionally forgets to go to the bathroom because he is so into a given activity (don’t tell him I told you that).

Well, father and son, coach and team member, have taken up Blastball with some serious intensity.  Father has purchased regulation Blastball tees, balls, and bats from the same supplier as the Little League, and son requires daily after-dinner coaching from father.  Lil D takes his dad’s (constructive) criticism, corrections, instructions and tips and applies them to his batting practice.  Right now that’s what he’s into, batting practice… not so interested in fielding.

It is adorable.

And Lil C and I like to play too.

Here are pics from last night’s session in the green space along the Parkway; we usually walk there for optimal Blastball playing conditions.

Working on positioning in the batter's box; note the smile on his face

With all his might...


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  • 1. Stefania  |  May 12, 2010 at 11:32 pm

    Good to know what blastball is b/c both girls are signed up and set to start next week (the mom of The Pea’s friend is an organizer and that’s why we joined).

    Good to hear that everybody is healthy and strong. Quite the scare.


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