Hunter came home from school yesterday with a letter from Tom Matthews, our resident JV football coach turned....apparently baseball coach. Stating that he wants Hunter to play baseball for him on his newly formed Otsego Bulldogs U12 travel ball team. Now those of you who know me, I may have boasted last fall that Hunter had tried out and made the Kalamazoo Kings youth baseball team. (it was kinda a big deal). Well, due to coaching problems and lack of enough good pitchers....they decided to not have a team. Hunter was devistated. He then tried out for the Grand Rapids Diamonds.....they travel to Florida...UM, no! We had resigned ourselves to going back to Alamo Little League....watching our "little leaguer" make the all star team and be on his way to the Little League World Series again this year.
Much to my surprise....Hunter's catching prowess has apparently been the talk of all the coaches associated with Otsego Public Schools and a whole team......has been designed around HIM! Someone should'a filled me in!!!
So...the note came home and life as I know it ended! ......6 weekends througout the summer..every other weekend, however. At least 19...count'em....19 guaranteed games (this doesn't count the games they'll play on in the tourny if their actually good) and THEN.......every wednesday evening for 6 weeks....DOUBLE HEADERS!!!
Hey... they do get a snazzy uniform that costs $100. Any playing fees....oh, that was a mear....$300! What the hell....I'm made of money! Add that to the new catcher's gear....$180.00...new catcher's mitt...his, too small...$60...and all the other CRAP...I sound like a Master Card commercial. Priceless!
And by the way...his last tournament date......July 25-27!!!!!! In Charlotte!!! Yes campers...that is the last weekend of our blissful week together. Not to worry.....we will be working this little issue out. Mama needs some friend time!!!
The day after this......another letter home.....Hunter's first band concert. Yep, we've all been there.....pre-puberty boys and girls squeeking mercilessly on their instruments!!! He now needs black pants...white button shirt and black shoes!! WHAT THE HELL! I apprently need to start stripping or selling drugs to accomodate my familys hobbies!!! That with the hefty rental of a lovely snaredrum set with bells (whistles etc.). YES...my son is a PERC!!
How did my parents do this. Poor Grace is going to be 16 before she can play extra sports, take dance classes etc. My parents must have shelled out a fortune to keep this little old "joiner" me happy and in hobbies. My hats off to them....
Ranting finished...love to all.
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I was the baby so I got all the hand-me-downs. I can't believe how much all that stuff costs. Don't forget all the fundraising things you'll end up buying as well ;)
That's why I'm so happy that Tyler is in Chess Club.
It's cheap, and he loves it. :)
Honey I hear ya! Thankfully? Mack isn't into too much....just tennis lessons at $75 an 8 week session ~ and that's cheap cuz it's through the neighboring school district's community ed... Oh and the whole band thing, we're there too. Mack chose her instrument all on her own, alto sax. Unbeknownst to her that's what I played in HS so I called up my uncle and re-borrowed the sax I played 20+ years ago. Thank God he still had it, alto sax is the most expensive to rent through the music store.
Jimmy on the other hand...who knew Boy Scouts was so darned expensive? If Mike would have filled me in on ALL of the info he'd have pimped the popcorn much more seriously...won't make that mistake twice. Plus he's in tennis too...bless my mom for introducing it to them and then retiring so I have to pick up the lessons for the rest of their lives!
I honestly think that LOTS of this stuff was simply "included in the cost" for our parents. Meaning: if there was, say, a fee to play little league...the cost of the uniform and all that shit was INCLUDED. Not to say that our parents didn't sacrifice, but once everyone got used to the idea of "unbundling" all that stuff, it became pay-as-you-play, baby.
Still: glad to hear your son's a perc!
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