My youngest son is now in high school and is participating in school baseball. In this area we have a summer program for the month of June during which the teams practice and play in tournaments. Last week started the summer program, and most of the week the afternoon temperatures were in the high 90’s. What was I doing? I was sitting on the bleachers watching baseball! The sun was beating down, the air was still, and heat emanated off the aluminum seats. There wasn’t just one game either; there were three. As always, though, I was there, cheering on my son. Baseball is a hot, dirty game, and it is certainly not for sissies. Come to think of it, though, neither is being a baseball mom!