I eat dinner in the car.

The kids do homework in the car.

I have zero time for any other activity.

My SUV is packed to the brim with gear.

That SUV is no longer a car but a portable locker room.

The floorboards are covered in baseball dirt and football mud.

I live in yoga pants and fun, quotable t-shirts.

I no longer carry a purse, but a backpack.

My diet consists of nachos, M&M’s and pretzels.

I have Tylenol, ice packs and bandaids at all times.

The answer to “What are you doing this weekend?” is always the same. SPORTS.

I have a custom Yeti tumblr filled with ice water at all times.

I buy my laundry detergent in bulk at Costco.

Also Spray ‘n Wash.

I have a top of line folding chair with sturdy powder-coated steel and a lifetime warranty.

As prepared as I am, there’s always something I forgot.

But the thing that was forgot was never for the player, it’s always for me.

My blanket, my raincoat, my water bottle…

I fell asleep behind my sunglasses at a baseball game once.

I’m constantly asking someone next to me, “What’s the score?”