WHO JUMPS?!?

I have blogged enough about how little Wes and I see each other for you to know that he plays softball on Monday and Wednesday nights. Well, Monday night he had a game at 9:30 - RIDICULOUS! Even before I had a baby, 9:30 was pushing it. So, what do I do? Get Trenton, go home, and try to get sleep, but of course I can't. That night Wes comes home and they lost their game. I know this because I asked 10 times. When he came in I had fallen asleep, so I couldn't remember a lick of what he told me.

Wednesday night, Wes had a game at 7:30 (maybe) somewhere around there. I have class on Wednesday night, so my Dad kept Trenton at his house while Wes was playing ball. Well, I get out of class at 8:45 - treat to get out early and call Wes. He tells me he got kneed in the head. I'm sorry?!? Kneed? Really? Well, doing my best to remember the details, here is how it happened.

Wes plays third and the runner was coming from second to third. Wes's teammate in the outfield threw the ball a little far off, so wes went to get it and the runner comes towards third. Wes is NOT in the baseline, but the 5'10", 280 lb idiot decides he certainly can clear my 6'4" 275 lb husband. While any sane person would slide, this guy decides, I should jump. Really?!? The only times I veiw jumping as appropriate in softball is to catch a ball in the air or to jump over a rolling grounder to make sure you don't trip on it.

Since this amazing ball player decides to jump, he natrually knees my husband in the face. Wes is not knocked out, but he is a little dizzy and of course mad as heck! My husband is pretty level headed until it comes to sports. Even this event made me want to get up and find this guy (even though I was not there). The guy tries to blame it on Wes. Really! So of course Wes's team rallies around him. Wes was near the point of actually fighting, but of course Wes was at a disadvantage since he had just been hit in the head. Already tired from lack of sleep I was not happy about hearing this and naturally I got nervous about him driving, but he said he didn't black out, just got dizzy. This morning my husband has a semi-fat lip and a welp above his eye. Oh, I love stupid people who don't understand the basic idea of physics and softball.

Next time they play this team, I may have to skip class. Don't mess with my husband. Not when I am hormonal, sleep deprived, and needing a place to vent all of my stress and frustration.