This morning the boys introduced me to the wonderful new game they created, pop pop. Played in the living room of course, so it can only be played when T is at the grocery or otherwise occupied, so as not to defend her curio cabinet. We needed a second base, what can I say. First base was the kitchen table, the blue chair was third. Home was the couch of course, which led to dramatic belly flop slides. As the game went along I discovered the rules of pop pop...
1. A member of Team A throws the ball and runs the bases, while Team B retrieves the ball and tries to tag the runner.
2. You must touch all bases. Bases may randomly change without prior notice, at the whim of the umpire.
3. If a member of the opposing team tries to tag you with the ball, you can steal it from them and carry it with you as you continue to run the bases.
4. The umpire may randomly yell "pause". Everyone should freeze unless the umpire tells you specifically you can still move. This will generally only happen if the team the umpire is rooting for is losing.
5. These rules can and will be modified regularly through out the game, when it is believed that you have actually figured out how to play the game.
6. If your name is Cole you automatically get 9 turns at plate before you can get out. The umpire will then bat for your team. (conspiracy, definitely.)
Sometimes life feels exactly like a game of pop pop. Just when you think you have it all figured out, you are running from first to second and realise the base is not even in the direction you are heading. There are times life leaves you scratching your head, searching for the directions.
Things don't always go the way we think they should. Change happens. Bad things happen to good people. Life is not fair, at least where everyone gets the same opportunities or resources. Cliches we hate to acknowledge, as our attempts to maintain control slip through our fingers like a sieve. More often than not, on the other side of unexpected changes, I am glad they didn't go the way I thought they should.
Nothing is random, unless of course you play with my boys. Personally, I think my boys have been reading the credit card offers that come in the junk mail again. These rules sound amazingly familiar.