Man, it was hot today. Good think my dad keeps the Kiddie Pool in fine shape.
Lynnette brought Madison’s Cinderella kite to the field today. She and Madison took it out for a fly before my game this morning. “I love to fly my kite!” Madison shouted. Sadly, this love lasted for less than ten minutes. Lynnette got the kite up and flying, Madison held to it fast. She led it straight into the ground on two separate occasions, but was able to get it back in the sky successfully herself. Lynnette never got to test out how high/far Cinderella was capable of because Mad suddenly expressed her desire to give up kite flying for the day. I give Lynnette credit. In the past (and it was possibly her instinct even today), Lynnette would have tried to goad Madison into continuing with the activity. I think Lynnette and I have figured out once Madison loses interest in something, it’s nearly impossible to bring her back. Lynnette gave up the kite ghost rather quickly today, forcing the kite into a dive, then ordering Mad to retrieve it.
We might as well just have thrown the kite and shouted “Fetch!” That’s basically what our kite-flying amounted to this morning. The brevity of Madison’s attention span is rivaled only by her lack of patience.
We notched our first win this season. It wasn’t easy. We were trailing 2-1 to enter the top of the 9th inning. I led off the frame with a base hit. We eventually scored three runs in the inning. We held on to win 4-3. I had two hits in a game for the first time in what feels like an age. I can vaguely remember the last time Lynnette and I made out. I can’t remember the last time I had a multiple-hit game. That’s pretty terrible. It was super-hot in Halawa this morning. Thank God we didn’t have the noon game or something later. I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon hydrating myself. It was so hot that I sweat the entire time, but the sweat in my jersey was immediately evaporated by the sun, so it wasn’t all mucky and wet. Nothing’s going to beat Aloha Stadium, though. I poured a cup of water into my shoes at the ankles because the turf was so hot. By the time the inning ended, my feet and socks and shoes were bone dry.
“THAT’S ENOUGH, MOM!”
Usually, it’s just Madison who gets into the water. As a testament to how hot it was today, though, both Matty and I got into the pool. Because of global warming, the pool’s water level decreased dramatically. We tried to peer pressure Paul into getting into the pool for old time’s sake, but he’s cooler than a cucumber and lazier than a rock, so he declined. Even Bijou – my parents’ dog – looked tempted by the pool. She roamed around the perimeter and eyed the three of us. But she was satisfied with drinking from the pool and leaving behind a gross top layer of foam. Matty and I shot the foam out of the pool with the Max Liquidators. You can see that Madison is standing in the precise center of the pool. That’s so Bijou can’t take a shot at her. I suspect that Bijou really love Madison, but has no idea how big she is. She’s crashed into Madison and flown her under my mom’s car before. Madison is deathly afraid of Bijou, urging Matty and I several times to “shoot her!” All Matty and I did was reiterate “Shoot her!” but with the voice from the guy in Jurassic Park.
It’s all fun and games until you have to be the horsey.
For the second (and certainly not last) time, we celebrated our combo birthday. My mom picked up chocolate-covered donuts – a Madison favorite – and stuck a candle in each. I tried to sing “Happy birthday, Turkey,” but was drowned out by my family singing the more traditional Happy Birthday song. As is our tradition, we will celebrate our real birthdays tomorrow by ordering Pizza Hut, just as we did the night Lynnette’s water broke so many years ago. So long, 4 and 32. It was fun while it lasted.