Most of my family has been in Las Vegas for the last week, celebrating David's birthday. So it was a mini-reunion tonight at the ball field, where Eric and David were playing softball. It was an early game (6:00), and a warm day, so Mom decided she'd like to go, too. I picked her up and we all met up at the park.
As usual, it was about two parts chaos to one part comic relief for their team. Most of the guys are out there just to have fun, and some of them haven't figured out that you can have even more fun if you play the game right. I'm not saying they don't try, just that they don't care enough about winning to take it seriously.
My nephews are among the exceptions, of course. I indoctrinated them better than that, from a very early age. It took a little more with Eric, who has respect for the game, but this is recreational softball, not competitive hardball. Anyway, they each had two hits in the game, and Eric hit a two-run homer. That made us all feel good, especially him.
We didn't get a lot of time to talk. They all just flew back in yesterday afternoon, and they have so much going on in their lives that I almost always expect to be a few steps behind. Every so often one of them will stop by my house and fill in some of the details. Whatever happens, I know that they're in charge of their own worlds. I'm happy to be a roving satellite.
It was good to see them, as always. From what I've heard, they had a great time in Vegas, mostly with each other. Just because David turned 21 a week ago doesn't mean that he spent all his time proving he's an adult. He doesn't have to do that, because he's been proving it since he was about eight. But he has as much fun as any kid of any age.
Eric knows how to have fun wherever he goes, too. It's a good thing, because he came back to some disturbing news at the software company where he works. He takes these things as they come, though, and nothing can dampen his spirits for long. It always helps to blast a home run, even in a game where all your teammates are goofing off.