It's time for some Easter Egg Baseball!!! Yeah!!!

Easter is one of my families favorite holidays to celebrate.  I know that Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Christ, and I honor and respect that.  Of course, there are traditional celebrations, and church services, but my family tends to do things a bit different.

When my daughter was in high school, we had finished our annual Easter dinner and Easter egg hunt for the little ones.  Just about everyone had left for the day.  My daughter had received a new softball bat for her Easter gift.  We had a bunch of plastic eggs laying around, leftovers from the egg hunt, so we were in the front yard, just relaxing and playing around, and started tossing plastic eggs at my daughter for batting practice.  As a joke, my husband slipped in a hard boiled Easter egg.  I remember laughing so hard.  We kept doing that, throwing plastic eggs and the occasional hard boiled egg.  We all took turns batting.  It was a lot of fun!

Somewhere along the way I snuck into the house and grabbed an egg from the egg carton in the refrigerator.  I skillfully slipped the egg to my husband to pitch at our daughter.  Being a softball player, when you have a bat in your hand you just have to hit whatever is thrown at you, right?  Or maybe she didn't realize that the egg wasn't colored.  I think I would have thought twice about smashing a brilliantly white egg being hurled at me, but then again, we are talking about a teenager.  The result was epic!  Bright orange egg yoke and slimy egg white flying through the air, covering my daughter in a slimy mess.  Talk about a parents revenge.

This one moment, seven years ago, was the birth of our most favorite family tradition, Easter Egg Baseball.  In the years since, the sports has grown to include all of our family and friends.  We started with a handful of us, and now there are anywhere from 20 to 30 people involved.  We meet every Easter for great food, egg hunts, and, of course, the opportunity to cover ourselves and each other in hard boiled egg, raw egg, and whatever else we may hide in the plastic eggs.  Over the past few year our plastic eggs have held confetti and glitter.

Participants in our special event have included children, some as young as two years old, with help of course, teenagers, and adults.  Even my mother in law has participated. We include everyone who wants to play, although this really isn't a game.  There are no bases, or rules to speak of.  It's really just a bunch of family and friends bashing eggs with a baseball bat, roaring with laughter and wondering if the next egg is plastic, hard boiled, or raw!  There is no point, no winners or losers.  Only good, not so clean, fun, and some quality time spent with our family and friends.