Last night, the Matron was offered an exquisite moment at a Parkway Little League Board Meeting. Because she is that kind of person (not parent, person), the Matron is a Board member for her sons' Little League chapter. Even as she is the kind of person who steps up to the plate when asked, she is definitely not schooled - or comfortable-- in the world of Sport.
Scroll back to last week! Big tournament! Bases loaded, last batter, the other team at bat! Score? Tie! Can you say tension? The other team's batter whales into the ball which soars about one million miles high right above Stryker's open glove. When her child caught that ball and sent the game into extra innings (as opposed to losing!) the Matron's knee's buckled and she fell and grabbed the Board President's gruff hand and said: " I can't stand it!"
He said: "Now I can go to my grave. See what happens when you don't bring the laptop?"
Scroll back even FARTHER. The Matron has a big brain, Anti-Body reputation at Little League. Not only does she read books instead of watching games (usually), she is dressed entirely inappropriately for ball parks (she likes heels and skirts for these events). But as a Board member, last year, she wrote a $119,000 grant for that organization! Which they got! Fields redone, parking lot paved, safe driveways. So she's been a teeny tiny bit the Academic Writer We Are Happy to Have but Don't Understand.
She's not saying this to self-aggrandize. It's context. Trust her!
So last night, the Board -- a hockey-stick wielding, football-watching sort of bunch who know the name of the Viking's quarterback and the roster for the Twin's basic line-up (is line-up the right word?) -- had their monthly meeting at Parkway Little League fields, well after the players had left. The sun parted ways with the sky, a thin gray veil of night slowly descended. The fields had just been mowed, and the sweat and joy of 50 boys still hung over the fields.
Sitting at the park, the Board President cracked open a case of Michelob Light. Cans.
He tossed beers to the Board members, warning "shhh! We don't normally do this!" And when he got to the Matron, knowing the glass slipper she wears to Parkway, he said this: "Mary! I brought a 2005 Pinot Noir. Would you like some?"
On my God! She nearly fell over! Is she actually that bad?
She took the beer. It was a beautiful night.