This weekend, my son's high school baseball team got to enjoy playing a game at Safeco Field - home of the Seattle Mariners. Yes, they got to play in the Big League park. And they won, too!
It was an exhausting game for The Boy, from the general excitement of getting to play there, to running back and forth to the bullpen in the outfield to warm up pitchers, to playing the last couple of innings at 3rd base (this was an exhibition game, and everyone got playing time, so most kids played a couple of innings each). When he got home, he dumped his baseball bag and got on with his weekend.
Monday morning he was putting his bag together for the day. I walked by and noticed he had his hand buried deep in one of his baseball shoes. Then I saw the corner of a little baggie. What the hell?
I pretended it was raining too hard to go out and get the paper so that I could watch a little longer. He clearly appeared to be hiding something. I passed him back and forth a couple of times and he finally got up to fill his water bottle. I walked past his stuff and toed the baggie. There were little green pieces in it, but I couldn't see for sure what they were. The light wasn't on, and you know, they were kind of far away being all the way down on the floor and all.
But my mind was racing. Had I really underestimated this kid that much? I completely trusted him. What was he doing? Was that what I thought it was? Would he risk his place on the team, knowing his school was zero policy? Knowing his parents were zero policy? My mind kept swirling.
He came back, and I came out with it, "What is that?"
Color crawled into his cheeks. Sheepishly, he said, "It's Safeco Field grass."
My mind went completely still. Safeco Field grass?! Of course it was. What else would it be? What had I been thinking? I laughed. But then, "What was in your shoe?"
"The grass was in my shoe. I just put it in the baggie."
Being the ever-cool mom that I am, I said, "Well, I can help you press it to preserve it better if you want."