Baseball season has started, and my son is still young enough to be in that “kind of competitive, but we all still just want the kids to have a good time” age group. What this means is that no matter what happens during the game, for every play, whether your team is up or not, there is always a chorus of:
“Good hit, Brendan!”
“Great play, Michael!”
“Excellent running, Jay!”
“Way to field the cut off throw, Henry!”
And every time I desperately want to yell, “Well roared, lion! Well shone, moon!”
But I don’t think anybody would get it.