And the bases are loaded. At the pitcher's mound, we have Mom. She's a tough one folks. Never let a kid walk since Popeye started eating his spinach. One look from her has most batters browning their cleats, and running home to Mama.

Mom's facing a tough chickie tonight. Seems this one has gotten to big for her britches. She's a catcher. And she's real good. Three coaches lobbied for her this year. There was a lot of trading. All that went to her head. She thinks she irreplaceable. Wants to sign a deal.

Obviously, she's never met Mom head on. Mom has this thing about sports. Seems they take a lower priority than school. No homework. No play. Grades go down. You're outta here!

Seems Chickie didn't believe that.

Cost of regsitering for softball: $48.00
Cost of new bat, glove and cleats: $72.50
Cost of the look on her face when mom told Coach she's pulling her out of the league: Priceless.

Let me tell you folks, it didn't feel nearly as good as watching Coach get in her face about it.

Time took to do homework tonight: 47 minutes, 32 seconds.

Mom: 1 Chickie: 0

I think it's gonna be a good season.

Update: I need to point out that I didn't actually pull her from the season, just threatened to. After her dressing down by the coach, she immediately changed her attitude. Let's see if it lasts.

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