......the witching hour
Sometimes A-Ron's baseball tournaments start early...and here in Central Texas, early means Friday night. So the team, along with Grandma J, and the rest of the extended team heads fifty miles up the road to Waco Texas for their first two games....back to back, starting after 7 p.m. It's important to squeeze as much baseball into each day, because 7th grade boys, who start school before eight in the morning have no business slacking off before midnight.
Once again, Grandma J is amazed at the beautiful diamonds that the boys are privileged to play on. There are at least eight of them in this complex.
Scores? First game, our Texas Tribe wins 14-1. Second game, Tribe loses 10-6. No doubt the Tribe will come back strong, just like last week in Round Rock, where they took second place.
By the time the coach had his pow-wow, and everyone loaded up their vehicles, it was time for some of us to get some grub. Right about now Grandma J would like to send out a prayer petition for a more diverse menu Sunday...McNuggets doesn't agree with everyone after midnight.
McD's it was....a very busy location right off the infamous I-35. But Grandma J was encouraged by this sign......
Inside, not so much....there was one line....a very long line. This poor child was having a rough time.
The manager kept double checking the screen trying to make sure they had the orders right. Hello.....Grandma J shouted
Michelle #2 befriended him by asking him if he wanted to follow her on Facebook. Michelle #2 is such a people person.
We finally got our food...just coffee for Grandma J, and decided to sit outside. Three ball players, two moms, one
Grandma J got home at two in the morning, read one blog then hit the hay.
It's a rainy Saturday in Texas, but we are up for more games tomorrow, back in Waco. Maybe we can eat at Rudy's BBQ.