I eat dinner in the car.
The kids do homework in the car.
I have zero time for any other activity.
My SUV is packed to the brim with gear.
That SUV is no longer a car but a portable locker room.
The floorboards are covered in baseball dirt and football mud.
I live in yoga pants and fun, quotable t-shirts.
I no longer carry a purse, but a backpack.
My diet consists of nachos, M&M’s and pretzels.
I have Tylenol, ice packs and bandaids at all times.
The answer to “What are you doing this weekend?” is always the same. SPORTS.
I have a custom Yeti tumblr filled with ice water at all times.
I buy my laundry detergent in bulk at Costco.
Also Spray ‘n Wash.
I have a top of line folding chair with sturdy powder-coated steel and a lifetime warranty.
As prepared as I am, there’s always something I forgot.
But the thing that was forgot was never for the player, it’s always for me.
My blanket, my raincoat, my water bottle…
I fell asleep behind my sunglasses at a baseball game once.
I’m constantly asking someone next to me, “What’s the score?”