Swing and a Miss

Gwendo has been playing some coach pitch this year, and I must say she's been doing pretty well.  She really likes to play outfield, mostly because she gets to back-up her fellow players and throw the ball in.  I speculate that she may not like it that much once the kids start popping up fly balls in her direction, but we probably have a couple years before that's an issue.

Tonight at dinner we were discussing our weekend plans and this is the conversation that revealed itself...

Gwen: "So, I have a baseball game on Saturday?"
Me: "Yep. It's at 9."
Gwen: "Ok. (pause) *sigh*... I just hope I don't have to play catcher."
Me: "Why don't you want to play catcher?"
Gwen: Half whispered, with her teenager-esque eyebrows pointed at her dumb mom, "Because they have to wear that weird costume!"

I almost choked on my dinner.  Maybe baseball isn't her gig.