Today marked the opening of Shout Season. This is the four-month annual tradition of stocking up on multiple bottles and refill jugs of one of the most effective stain removers known to Southern moms.
This is because Little League practice began today, and the pristine, blinding-white baseball pants which go on to the field, leave the field streaked with green grass stains and clumps of red clay dirt, with random splashes of neon-blue Gatorade. I ought to invest in Shout shares.
Practice went well and we parents on the sidelines decided OUR team was composed of the best and would make it to the finals, if not the championship itself.
Sho’nuff.
Dig the league memo distributed at signups last month (take particular note of the wording for the date of February 11):
Color me more amused than alarmed!
Shout Season. That’s really funny!
Thanks, PIF – I probably could have made a connection to the noise level at the games, as well…double shout entendre!
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I’ve never heard of anything like this. Great idea and feels like community-minded.
It very much is. It’s like a bunch of families raising their kids together from 4-9pm throughout baseball season. Generations-deep, too. Thank you, lctc.
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