It was an amusing scene at the t-ball fields the other night. Ten soaking-wet little boys were standing on the diamond in the rain. No one looked very happy to be there.
The other team valiantly tried to hit the ball off the tee. When someone made contact, the ball didn’t go very far, slowed by the wet grass and infield mud.
On each side, fans got wetter and colder, crowded under umbrellas, wondering when the coaches would call the game.
The coaches kept running through the lineup, teeing up the ball as the darker clouds moved across the sky. Every once in a while, they would look at each other, shrug, and bring up the next batter.
Finally, one coach waved his hand across his neck to stop the game. The thankful crowd rushed toward their cars.
The excited players made a beeline for the snacks. That’s what they came for and they were not about to be denied, no matter how bad the weather!