Ouch, frozen-dairy-treat-induced color blindness!

Okay, see if you can follow this:

Emmett's Little League team had a game tonight at 6:00. His team was 0-3 (two close losses and one not-so-close), and Coach Ottaway had emailed earlier today that he planned to take the team to Meadows afterward, win or lose. (Attention, non-local readers, Meadows is the place to get the world's best frozen custard and a cherished after-game tradition around here.) Coach O also noted that tonight's opponent was also winless, so the evening could get interesting.

The thing is, Emmett had to miss the game. He sang at a county-wide Song Fest tonight at Northern Bedford High School. Over 100 singers in grades 5 and 6. A very nice event.

It happened to finish around the same time as the game would have, so it looked like we could get to Meadows about the same time as Emmett's team. But when we arrived, no one from Emmett's team was there. We figured they had come and gone. We went ahead and ordered.

As we were licking and spooning, however, one of the players' mom's appeared, and I started to notice boys in uniform lining up at the "player window" at the side of the stand. Emmett came over and said that his team was just then arriving—after a win that went to an extra inning!

It made me smile to see Emmett in his dress pants and shiny black shoes—which he wears next to never—amid his teammates in uniform. When he drifted closer to Ethan and me, I said, "Guys, look how the lights from the stand make the uniforms look purple." (Emmett's team wears navy.)

"Da-ad!" they both said. "That is purple! That's the other team!"

Apparently, the other team (now 0-4) had also decided to go to Meadows win or lose ... and Emmett had been talking to some kids he knew from the other team ... and the players kind of all look alike to me ... and I need to say: Dad, Ya Goof!