I am not a sports person.
Have never really been one.
Oh, I played volleyball in high school for a bit, and I can watch football with the best of them, but as far as actually playing?
Cass has his first t-ball practice Thursday night. We realized yesterday he wasn't outfitted for practice, and so today I whizzed up to town and found a glove. (He's thrilled. It's black and red and the pouch thingy lights up if the ball gets in there.)
Before I left, I had an unsatisfactory conversation with B, who I assumed knew all about the proper fitting of sports equipment.
(B is on the computer. I am lurking in the hall while the children find their shoes and get ready to launch themselves out the door.)
Me: Ooo-kay. A glove. What size does he need?
B: They don't come in sizes.
Me: So how are they sized, then?
B: His fingers need to fit in it - you know, like a glove.
Me: But...does there need to be growing room? Or should it fit...like a glove?
B: Which hand does he need?
Me: Why? He hasn't lost one, has he?
B eyed me, obviously wondering if I wasn't sharing the good stuff again, then slowly and ponderously explained the throw with right arm, catch with left (and vice versa) idea.
B: Are you sure he throws with his right hand?
Me: I don't know. I think so. I'll have him throw something to me to double-check.
B: Just gets one that fits, okay?
Me: (clattering down the stairs) Should it fit over his hand, or over his wrist too? And what about the room to grow?
B: Look! The kids are waiting for you in the car! Bye, honey!
So...I hope like hell the salesperson I buttoned to assist me actually knew what he was talking about.
And I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to have to start reading up on this stuff myself.