What is cabbage ball, you ask? Well it is a ball that is larger than a softball; about the size of a cabbage.
I signed Sam up for cabbage ball through his school, because it was cheap, in the evening, only an hour and would get us outside. I would have signed up Amber, but it meant spending 3 hours outside and I am not up for that. I do regret it, because the girl is itching to do sports. She is learning how to throw a football, desperately wants to play cabbage ball and ask to play basketball with the big boys while Sam takes Tae Kwon Do. I think a basketball hoop is in our near future.
It is surprising how well the kids take to cabbage ball. Sure there are wanderers, the whole team running for the ball, throwing the ball in the wrong direction and not running to all the bases. What can you expect from a bunch of 4,5 and 6 yr olds. There is no score keeping and everyone wins. I, also, think everyone gets a trophy at the end of the “season”. Yeah, it is that kind of situation. Meh, if I really wanted to teach Sam the art of knock down drag out competition there are many places to sign him up. We have had our fair share of COMPETITION with cheerleading, so we are taking a breather. Besides, Sam has already experienced his mom yelling, “TAKE THAT KID OUT!” and it is only our 3rd month in TKD. So, I am not that worried that he will not know the feel of lost. Matter of fact he felt it, yesterday, when he took a round house kick to the chest.
Getting the game plan for the game. I believe it mostly consist of stay on your base, try not to run into each other and not everyone needs to run for the ball at once.
And here he is, guarding his post.
You mean I was suppose to stop that ball?
I am watching you!
Yeah, well I brought my daddy with me.
First baseman is a tough position.
We got a hit!
RUN!
RUN! FORREST! RUN!
That is where our pictures end, because it is freezie pop time. Which, let’s face it, is the main reason we are all there.
