America's favorite pastime

Take me out to the ball game! Take me out to the crowd - buy me some nachos and snack bar snacks I don't care if they do make me fat. Let me root root root for my cousin’s team if they don't win - it’s a fixed game! For its one, two three kids crying in the old ball game!

This season marks the 3rd that my adorable cousin Killian has played baseball. Now usually Rick and I could give a crap about all sports in general - however for this little fella we pull out all the stops and try to attend as many of his games as possible. There is a key problem with this however, neither of us are HUGE baseball fans in general, we only know the basic idea behind the game
I am lucky that I married a man who much like isn't big on sports. But we both pull out all the stops for Killian and go to the games, where we are often distracted and unentertained except when Killian is up to bat or doing something great in the field. I know we SHOULD cheer for the other players, but honestly - I don't want to, heck they got families let them cheer and ring cow bells.
Add the fact that I have NO idea what the "strategy" behind baseball is, although I have been assured by baseball fanatics that there is one. From my prospective, the strategy was to hit the little ball with the big bat and run like hell - apparently there is more to it than that. At a recent game I heard the coach yelling to the batter "the Easter Bunny is still coming" - I looked around to see if anyone else thought this was odd, but no one blinked an eye. Next batter up when I yelled with all my might "Santa Claus is coming to town!! GO GET 'EM!!" I am pretty sure that the ump called the local asylum to see if someone had escaped. My thought was 'hell, if the Easter Bunny is coming, SC must be here too!” apparently not though! Rick and I both find ourselves coping what other people yell and cross our fingers that we're not insulting someone!
Tonight we cheered and made up sayings and watched as Killians team finished their normal season in the first place spot putting them into the playoffs. Next Monday they start the grueling task of seeing how far they can go. Of course we're going to be there to cheer our boy on because not only do we love him a ton - but if by some chance this baseball thing takes him somewhere in the future and he becomes a famous famous player, I'd like for him to remember us sitting watching these little league games, in the hot hot sun on the hot hot metal bleacher and think to himself "I should really buy Ricky and Terri a summer house in Hawaii"!! Okay, not really (although I wouldn't turn it down!) but I want him to know how much we love him and how proud of him we are!