Back to normal

So last night we all traipsed down to see Lori practice/scrimmage with her new softball team. She was casually yapping on her assigned first base, or course not paying attention to the coach or the game, she was in girl gossip mode. Luke and I, ever more the coaches from the bleachers, kept motioning to her to watch the game, she would snarl at us and continue to blab. Seeing that she wasn’t going to take her game or the practice seriously, we decided to go see some of the older guys across the park warm up for their season.
As Luke and I sat and chatted with some people we hadn’t seen in a while, it brought me back “so long ago” when I played ball. I loved playing first base and shortstop the most; pitching you had too much pressure on you. Since I’m a southpaw, the coach wanted me out there as much as possible; I think that’s the only time a left handed person is really an asset. Having my older brother on the team with me, made the games even more fun since we compete at everything. At that time we had the same build and looked very similar, so if I were off –let’s say, behind the bleachers um busy—Luke could put on a batting helmet and hit for me, as I could for him.
After her practice Lori came to us with her head down wanting to pout because we didn’t want to sit there the whole time and watch her giggle and look at the boys. We explained to her that we expected her to at least try or act interested in the game. Luke pointed out how the guys were watching the ball or doing something other than gossiping – she didn’t get it. She accused us or wanting to flirt with the women that sat around us and was going straight home to tell Julie, Luke and I both laughed.
We dropped the brat off at the house; we made a sharp turn to the Greenhouse, for a game of cards and more flirting.