This weekend, Peyton was participating in a Halloween tournament. The team was going to be individual emoji’s, but the order didn’t come together in time, so the coach ran around looking for an alternate shirt. He ended up getting the same shirt with different emoji’s, and it worked out perfectly. Peyton was so-so on the emoji that she’d gotten assigned (the hug emoji). They had coordinating socks and a hair tie as well. Our friend picked up her uniform on Friday night and gave it to us at basketball practice. I had Brandon at baseball, and I’d met them over at the gym when it was done.
Saturday morning, I got up and went to the field with Peyton’s teammate and my mom friend. They’re dad and son were coming over later, even though I offered to drive us. Dave was a maybe whether they’d make it, since Brandon’s game ended at 230 pm, while Peyton played at 930 am and 2 pm. They took care of the first game, beating a team we’ve beaten before, but it was close 8-7.
We went to lunch with some of the team. We went to pho, and the girls all sat together, while the moms all sat on one side of the table. We went back to the game, and it was our friend from softball camp’s team. We’d lost to them before, but it was a close game last time. This time, it was also close, and we lost 7-5. Dave was able to catch most of that game, as Brandon’s game ended early as they got spanked.
We transferred our stuff from one car to the other, and then we were all invited to have pizza at the coach’s house. We picked up some veggies and headed over to play. The kids all played together, while the parents hung out. The family lives in an area where there are wild turkeys. I didn’t believe it, but when we were leaving, my friend all of a sudden stepped on the brakes. There was a turkey blocking the way out of the cul de sac. It played chicken with her, stepping in front of her, going to the left, and then blocking to the right. I have photos of the turkey on both sides of her car, while she was screaming inside. The dad behind me had video!
We made it home safely, as Dave quickly side stepped the turkey. If I didn’t see it myself, I would have never believed it. We got the kids showered up and then off to bed, as it was an early wake up time for us all. Both kids had games at 8 am, meaning that we had to be up by 6 am, and for us, out of the house by 630 am. We were the first of our team to arrive, just before 7 am. We got settled, and Peyton had a birthday gift for her coach. She wrote the card after I helped her make it the night before. We got a red bull (his drink of choice) and a photo I’d bought at a previous tourney.
The first game, we handled the first team, which was still part of the pool play. We were then seeded in the top half, the gold bracket to face a higher ranked team. We had a big break, and this time, we headed to breakfast. Four girls sat together, while the moms and one dad hung out at our own table. We were able to eat, and then went back to the field to play the first bracket game. It was a single elimination tournament. We started off to a strong lead, but unfortunately, they came back. Dave was able to make it for a few innings, before he had to return for Brandon’s second game. After her game wrapped up, we headed down to his game. She fell asleep in the car, but woke up as I exited the freeway.
The highlights of the weekend were the coach’s birthday, with Peyton handing him his gift. The first game on Sunday, Peyton played right field, to allow another girl to play second, which is where Peyton normally hangs out. So, she and another little girl, smaller than P, were playing center (Victoria) and right. On two outs, there was a bomb hit to right field. Peyton had to drop step, and run behind her to track the ball. Her glove was turned around on a backhand, and she miraculously made it to the ball to snag it out of the air. The crowd erupted in cheers! The coaches pointed at me, and smiled. The head coach came up to me and said, “You like how I know where to put her!? She learned that from the clinic on Wednesday! That’s what they practiced!” I told them all that I texted Dave, “My daughter caught the ball!” As opposed to “YOUR son doesn’t know how to run the bases.”
I didn’t get it on video; the other parents kidded with me since I usually get offensive plays on record, but I will always remember that catch!
Here’s one hit…
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Stealing home:
Right underneath…but really, that is NOT a textbook slide.
Here’s Brandon’s hit from Sunday to tie up the game:
The coach of the younger team that Peyton could still play with was there scouting her. She lead off all of the games, and she doesn’t like it. I told him she didn’t like it, and he said he usually gets the mentally tough kids to lead off, as they can stand up to the pressure. He kept asking how she is doing. I did brag to him about the catch that she had. Their team had lost all three games they played on Sunday, some by a lot of runs. They didn’t score at all in 3 games. I told him that Peyton was NOT the youngest player on the team. He asked who else was on the team that was younger, and if she wanted to come play with him. Nice try, dude. Peyton doesn’t want to play either. But I can’t tell him that. She really loves the team she’s on now. So much so that I had to pin down one of the coaches that got us on this team on Saturday night. He got uncomfortable with the question to the point that he got up and left the area. Later, one mom had to text him to explain what he meant by his cryptic answer.
In the morning, before the first game, the coach came up to us and said, “Hey, I don’t want you talking to other teams. I’m territorial.” I thought he meant that we couldn’t go say “good morning” to another team. He said he had something in the works, and he was going to let us know soon, but he was going to have space for us for spring and summer. He wants to have tourneys in spring and summer, and even go to LA. We’re good!
next weekend, we have another halloween tournament with the other team. We have another shirt ready to go – Taco hot sauce packets!