Softball

This afternoon I went to a softball game, where I got to see my daughter's team play against the team from the school where I teach. As soon as I arrived, my daughter's coach yelled out to me to keep my rooting priorities straight. It was actually a little awkward. I ended up kind of pacing around, hanging out with various people (parents, actually, which are kind of like people) I knew from both teams. I have discovered over the years that I can't control who I root for, so when people ask me in advance who it'll be I always have to say I don't know, it'll just come to me.

I ended up rooting for different teams at different times. At the very end, I guess I had to root for my daughter's team (because as one of her teammates said, I have to remember who I go home with), but I also rooted for all the kids on my school's team to do well individually. It ended up being a very close game and a lot of fun to watch. After the game, my school's team gave me a shout out, which was very nice and surprising and made me feel kind of sheepish, or at least sheepesque. It also made me want to go watch them play when my rooting interests aren't divided.