Los Mojitos

So I mentioned that Crowbar is on a pee-wee baseball team. Watching them play is the cutest thing you've ever seen because none of these kids have a clue about how to play and lack the attention span to learn.

My kid is one of three who are constantly being told to stand up and quit playing in the dirt. One of them (not mine), kept filling his baseball hat with it and then putting it on his head. Another one (again, not mine) was licking the ground instead of playing shortstop. Mine keeps squatting down and doodling with his finger in the dirt, complaining that his legs hurt from standing so much. (Sadly, he kind of reminds me of me complaining during high school gym class.)

I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Also, I think I mentioned that the teams are all sponsored by local businesses. One team sports the name of the neighborhood bike shop on the back of their jerseys. Another is a local construction outfit and just the other week, we played the team sponsored by A&W.

"Let's go, Root Beers!" the coach would shout and all his little players would circle around him and cheer.

Seeing as our team is sponsored by the local liquor store, Mark suggested we call our little guys Los Mojitos.

"Andele, Los Mojitos! Arriba! Arriba!"

I'm curious. When the A&W team goes to A&W after the game, I'm sure they're all getting root beer floats on the house. If we take our crew to the liquor store, will they give us a celebratory six pack or two? Or a bottle or two of bubbly? Or some jager bombs?

It's doubtful, but totally worth a try.