Swing batter, batter

Much time is spent around here channeling energy. Energy that manifests itself in singing, shouting, playing, running, fighting, talking, dancing and talking. Most days, there's more energy than we know what to do with.

Tonight, however, a discovery was made. A delightful way to channel the talking energy that never seems to be lacking. "Swing batter, batter. Swing."

Yes, they stood behind home plate, chittering and chattering as the players took the plate at Jason's softball game.

I'm sure the opposing team "loved" them. I'm sure Jason's team "loved" them, as they didn't discriminate between the home team and the guests. They also couldn't hold their applause when the opponents' bats met the ball. There's a lesson for another day.