We
arrived at the baseball fields last night in the throes of a dilemma. Josiah’s team was playing in the World Series
of League City Little League, seven and eight year old division. His team, the Hooks, named after the Astros
farm team in Corpus Christi, won the American League championship. They were playing the National League champs
for the World championship. Exciting
stuff. Jachin’s Pony League team, the
Braves, on the other hand, was embroiled in a tough, single elimination, end of
the season tournament at the same time.
His team was in a semi-final match-up to determine who would play in the
tournament championship. Equally as
exciting.
The
dilemma? Well, the games were both
scheduled to start at 6:00. Both fields
are in the same complex, but on opposite ends, as far apart as they could
get. Kel was helping with Josiah’s game,
feeding the pitching machine. Christina
was torn between the two. She really
wanted to see the championship game, but was worried that Jachin’s might be his
last game of the year. Chris and I
hesitated just a moment or two. Finally I
volunteered to hold down the cheering section over at Jachin’s game while Chris
rooted for Josiah. We would give each
other text alerts on game progress.
Jachin
was happy to see a familiar face. Even
happier when his youth pastor showed up to watch. Before long the game ground into a pitching
duel with the score 3-2 in favor of the good guys. Meanwhile, over at the World Series, things
were not looking so good for the Hooks. Apparently
they were the victims of big game pressure.
They couldn’t score in their first few at bats, while the other team was
piling up the numbers. Before they knew
it the score was 10-0. But that’s when
the change came. They started battling
back. The texts came more often. Finally an especially happy one. “Josiah hits!
Ends up on 3rd with all the overthrows. 2 runs score on his hit!!” (She was excited). I replied with an “Attaboy.” To which she replied, “And he scores!” Shortly after this last one, I received a
text from Christina. She was feeling really
torn between the two games. So I asked
if she wanted to switch bleacher seats. Didn’t
take long for that affirmative reply to come through. So I trekked back over to Josiah’s game.
Josiah’s
little guys did really well. They did
have a rain delay, but the team all gathered around Kel’s phone and kept up with
the progress of Jachin’s game. They
chanted encouragement to the “big guys” on the other side of the complex. “The count’s 3 and 2, whatcha gonna do? Walk, baby, walk.” I think someone had an older sister who
played Lassie League and taught him some of those classic softball chants. After the rain delay, they ultimately lost
the game 16-10, so they did mount quite a comeback. The Braves played right through the rain. And right during the worst of it, the
opposing pitcher completely lost command of his pitches. He walked five or six batters in a row. The final score there was 8-2. The Braves are now in the championship game
on Wednesday evening. And it looks like
Jachin may be the starting pitcher.
Uh-oh. A little parental pressure
there, Kel and Christina.
My
favorite part of the evening, however came when the championship trophies were
presented. The Hooks received their
individual trophies as American League champs.
Once everyone had one, they started cheering and horsing around. Finally they broke into the chant, “We’re
number one.” That went on for several
seconds, and apparently someone reminded them that they had just lost the
championship game. Not to be deterred
they hesitated for but a brief moment, then continued, “We’re number two! We’re number two!” Just as happy. Just as much fun. I love this game.
Psalms
64:10 says – “Let the righteous rejoice
in the Lord and take refuge in him; let all the upright in heart praise him!”
Father
help us adults learn a lesson from our “We’re number two” kids. Help us to find joy and even exuberance in
the living of life, whatever it looks like.
Amen.
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