If you know us or know this blog you know that we are baseball fans, specifically Yankee fans. And in a pinch, San Francisco Giant fans, which worked well for us last October. And while GM played little league and high school ball, and I was a batgirl when Little League was boys only, Owen is the only O’Connell on the active list. GM has organized and coached a weekly practice and game at school. Not usually enough critical mass make much a game. This past October, Owen started to play for a club team here in Buenos Aires. It’s kind of a Bad News Bears by default. Baseball is not a popular sport. People live and breathe futbol. So the crew of this team and their families seem to lie a bit outside the lines. It makes for a fun, dedicated group of families and players. Also there are some amusing adaptions like players on the bench singing songs loudly and banging things to psyched out the opposing pitcher. So while the pace of the game is what you would expect from a bunch of 10-12 years olds (lots of walks) it still fun and thank goodness there is a time limit (2 ½ hours). It doesn’t hurt that the coach is hot.
Needless to say there is no baseball in Patagonia. Owen is on his own. He practices batting with his dad and plays catch with his bros. But today, his brothers and dad were away on a float trip, it was just him and a ball and a fence. That’s dedication.