I think we have a typical mother-son relationship, in the sense that we have always loved hanging out together, talking and laughing about everything. I look at him and see my 2nd best guy friend...my husband being 1st, of course.
Ron says Zac's a Mama's Boy. If by Mama's Boy he means that I'd, oh let's say, jump out of an airplane or put my body through a Tough Mudder for him, then yeah, he's a Mama's Boy. And I'd do the same for any of our daughters, but so far they seem to have a little more sense than that.
Kudos to them.
Ron, Zac and I played together on our church co-ed softball team every summer for several years. That's Zac and me at Christmas with our matching ball gloves Ron got us because that's what super-cool moms and sons want, okay?
My boy is now a married man with a son of his own on the way and working full time on 2nd shift. So for now, gone are our days of playing softball together and as our summer church league is drawing to a close, I've been thinking a lot about all the fun we've had in the past.
So if you'd like to stroll with me down memory lane for a quick second, let me recap the domino effect that led to what happened last year. Ron heard through the grapevine that his company's fall men's league needed another player. Ron did not volunteer himself. He volunteered Zac. When one of the players on that team told Zac they were short-handed on their co-ed team, Zac volunteered himself. And me.
Basically, Zac and I infiltrated a co-ed softball team, mid-season, full of people we didn't know who worked together at a company we didn't, none of which is surprising to anyone who knows us. We're not ones to get hung up on minor technicalities.
We showed up at our first game dressed in the only thing we thought to wear. Our matching navy blue church jerseys. He with his baseball pants and head band combo; me with my yoga pants and pony tail. Cue the bad-ass-slow-mo walk as we approached the dugout side-by-side wearing our cleats and carrying our matching gloves.
The fact that the rest of the team wore shorts and orange t-shirts was neither here nor there.
Zac took his position in right field and I took mine as Catcher, squatting behind home plate. Three innings later someone on my team said, "You know you don't have to squat, right?"
That tidbit of info would have been awesome 3 innings ago.
But it was the question I was asked during the 6th inning that got my attention when the umpire said, "Is that your husband or boyfriend?" Thinking Ron had shown up, I looked around and said, "Husband. Where do you see him?"
You know that special effect in movies where everything takes on a blurry spin and the voice talking gets really deep and drawn out? That's what happened when my eyes followed the umpire's pointed finger as he said, "R-i-g-h-t f-i-e-l-d."
Holy crap!
After the inning, I ran back to the dugout, pulled Zac aside and said, "Dude! That umpire thinks we're a couple!!" Then our heads turned simultaneously as a player on the bench said, "Oh, you're not?"
With a stone-cold expression, Zac turned to me and said, "One of us is never wearing this jersey again" and then he walked away. Why was I the only one flattered here.
Gone are the days when mothers can dress like their sons and not be mistaken for their significant others. Sigh.
When I yelled at him for abruptly changing gears and almost making me spill my coffee, he lectured me on the habit of filling my mug too full.
I stepped out of the car in my yoga pants and super-cute-off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and realized I was completely under-dressed for a bitter cold day at the ball fields and when my hair whipped over my face, I remembered the hair band that was still laying on the bathroom counter.
As our team watched, Zac stormed off toward the dugout while I trailed behind with my hair blowing in the wind, arms full of softball equipment, walking as fast as I could without spilling my coffee and yelling, "You look like a really bad boyfriend right now!!"
Surprisingly, they contacted us to play for them again this year. Zac's work schedule doesn't allow time for it and I regretfully declined as well.
I mean, it just doesn't feel right to play without my boy...friend...buahahahahaha!!!
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