Springtime pursuits on Sunday

I understand that it is impossible to regain lost sleep. However, I did sleep late today after getting to bed relatively early, for me on a Saturday evening. I then went to church and sang in the choir, predominately at the request of several members of the choir. I say that not because I am so needed in the choir because of my talents, but because of the dearth of tenors available this morning.

After church, I found that Kent Bugg and LaGrange College were playing Centre College in baseball in LaGrange. So I went home, asked Kate if she wanted to go, and we drove to LaGrange for the game. Along the way, I ate a hotdog and drank an orange drink.

Thereafter, Kate and I sat in the stands in the bright sunshine, blue skies, and above the green, green grass of the baseball field, and watched the baseball game. We sat and talked with Bob and Roi Bugg and enjoyed the afternoon.

It is hard to get to a point where I could exemplify the All-American afternoon anymore. I forgot to mention the blooming of the redbuds and the dogwoods, the budding of the trees in Spring. Everything was soft pastel and softness of Springtime. It was a bit cool, but tolerable in temperature. There were parents who had driven down from Kentucky to watch their sons lose the rubber game against LaGrange. There were families who had driven over from their homes to support their sons at LaGrange. What better sacrifice could be given?

The only thing else I could do was to call my momma and then call Cindy and try to include her in the Springtime joy.

And that was the day we had, here in Middle Georgia. Hard to beat, I would say.