Josh is once again managing Jagger's baseball team.
Last weekend Josh and Jag sat and figured out their team choices for this season.
The final decision was
1. Angels (Hello!!!)
2. Red Sox
3. Yankees
4. Mets (I love David Wright and it would be so cute to see a mini Wright #2 on the field)
5. Nationals (That was a random pick and I have no idea why the Nats were in the running)
This year the returning managers draw numbers and get to choose the team logo they will proudly wear this season.
Last night Josh drew the number 5 which didn't look too good. He worried that all the good teams would be taken and they would actually be the Nationals.
As luck would have it the coaches who drew numbers 3 & 4 were a Cubs fan and a Dodger fan.
Long story short...Jagger is going to be a Yankee this year.
We are not Yankee fans but there is a certain sense of pride you get when daunting those Yankee pinstripes.
As soon as Jag found what team he was on he picked his number...25 because our beloved Mark Teixeira will be wearing a Yankee uniform this year (I tear up as I type this blog).
The draft strategy was much harder to come up with. Josh knew a lot of our players from last season went to another league or moved up a division. There was nobody on the list that we recognized.
Stephen in his infinite wisdom suggest Josh pick the kids with Hispanic last names. Don't get all "Mandy is prejudice" on me. The logic behind the suggestion was...Stephen has a Hispanic last name and he's a good ball player plus almost all of our favorite pro ball players are from the Dominican Republic.
The idea might actually work! Not to mention most of the white dads come to practice in a suite and think that we play baseball so everyone can have a good time not necessarily to win (Whatever!). Every time our team has lost a game and we give the kids that "at least we all had fun" line, the kids look at us like we are a bunch of morons. The truth is little Tommy was chasing after the ice cream truck when he was supposed to be on 2nd base and little Bobby was too busy holding his mommy's leg to catch the ball.
The season hasn't even really begun and I'm already exhausted.
But as long as we all have fun, that's all that matters right?