My family set out to go play baseball at the park this morning. It was quite an experience, and it all started at the breakfast table. We were discussing our plans and the talk turned to safety. Various people said things like don't throw the ball too hard and don't throw the bat when you start running. Seth suggested that we wear bicycle helmets, and the conversation was all downhill from there. Next, my mother said she was going to bring her wooden spoon and spank anyone who threw the bat, so we started imagining our mother running around a baseball field with a wooden spoon! We thought someone would say, "Ma'am your bat is very small." As if that wasn't enough to have us all being very silly, the sky was getting cloudy and we heard thunder in the distance. So, we decided that we were going to be the only family in town playing baseball wearing bicycle helmets, and hitting the ball with a spoon in the rain!
Off we went, minus helmets and spoon, and had a fun time playing for a while. We don't really have enough people for a proper team, and we aren't very good at it, but we had fun anyway. That is, until it started raining. It didn't take long for most of us to take shelter in the dugout, but John, Anna, and Seth kept right on playing! I think they were nuts, but they didn't seem to mind that they were getting soaked to the bone. Plus, the ball field started turning into a mud hole, so they were very dirty too. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. These are the same people who slept out under the stars one night on our vacation even though it was drizzling!
EDIT: That was yesterday, and this is today, and the whole family is hobbling around groaning because of all the sore muscles! Hmmm, maybe we should play baseball more often.