We’re back in Angelborough Baseball League territory. Pity us.
Remember last year, when they insisted Kiddo#1 should join a league too tough for him because they needed live bodies it would be an “honor” for him? To recap: I stood my ground, he stayed in the correct league age-wise, and was average to slightly below average in terms of skill level.
This year, when we signed up, this was how the form looked:
MAJOR LEAGUE: born 9/1/1997 to 9/1/1998
OTHER LEAGUE: born 4/1/1995 to 4/1/1997
Of course, Kiddo#1 has a summer birthday. My Patient Husband went to the first of their four sign-up periods and brought the kids. (Thank goodness it was him, because if it has been me…not good.) He got to the head of the line and handed the forms to the guy.
The guy said, “He’s too old for Major League.”
My Patient Husband said, “Okay, we’ll sign him up for Other League.”
The guy said, “He’s too young for that.”
My Patient Husband said, “So you’re saying that because of his birthday, he can’t play in either league?” And then proceeded to ignore the guy while filling out the forms for the other two.
He told me later, “I let him just think about the enormous stupidity of what he’d said to me.”
The guy eventually said, as if light dawned, “Yeah, that doesn’t sound right.”
My son got into Other League because being too young isn’t a problem, but being too old is. It’s going to be too advanced. But at least he’s on a league.
Come back tomorrow for more baseball fun, because boy, does it get better…