This Saturday morning we had a baseball game at 9:00 am and then another at noon.  After the first game and post game meetings and such we gathered ourselves in front of the concessions and tried to determine our course of action amidst the chaos of kids chattering and parents reacting.  My wife decided that we needed to go eat at a restaurant.   I suggested that we eat at the concession stands.  At the restaurant we enjoyed ourselves some but we also bickered over kids not wanting to eat.  I got resentful because my instincts had told me that the kids didn't really like this food but my wife can't accept it.

My older son's team lost.  He pitched a great game and hit well also.  His team also hit well but the other team made great infield plays that prevented us from scoring.