Everything I Learned About Baseball...

I learned through my sons.

Okay. Not really.

I mean I WAS the first girl in my hometown to play little league--information my boys find difficult to wrap their heads around and not because they don't play with girls now (they do) but because they don't seem to think it's possible that I know how to catch or throw (despite evidence to the contrary).

Baseball is all that is lived and breathed in my house. When my guys aren't out on the ballfield, they're playing it in my front yard or on the Playstation or watching it on TV.

They certainly know a lot about the game, its players, major events in baseball history, etc., but I have a sneaking suspicion that some of their facts may be questionable.

Case in point, our conversation over dinner last night:

Eldest Boy: Hey do you know what Jason Varitek* does when he's in a slump?

Middle Boy: What?? (he has a HUGE boy crush on Jason Varitek)

Eldest Boy: He wears a hot pink thong under his uniform.

And I'm thinking to myself, ouch! he's a catcher that can't be comfortable with all that up and down.

Husband: I thought that was Giambi* and it was a gold thong.

Eldest Boy: No, Giambi puts on a fake mustache. Haven't you ever seen how all of the sudden he has a mustache? It's not real. He keeps it on his nightstand.

Note to self: Explain shaving to eldest son.

*With my sincere apologies to the Jasons Varitek and Giambi. Trust me when I say my boys are big fans and at this very moment are probably considering sending me out to buy pink and gold thongs--and fake mustaches. Do you know where I can get some?