Thanks for the reassurance, folks! I switched up the delivery time to get SS to the ball game in time for practice. By the time I got back, I had missed a few innings, but he got to play his "last" (more on this in a few) game of the season. So it all worked out, and by the time we got home, we actually had over an hour to kill before we had to go the church banquet. I was dead to the world by the time we got home for the night, but everything that needed to get done got done...so I really can't complain. Mic took him to the BBQ for a little while, and SS had a blast. I was down at my sister's house discussing her MIL's upcoming cake order. So I guess I'm over this for now. But believe me, I'm taking everyone's advice...this WILL NOT happen again, and I've made that very, very clear.

As for the whole "last game" thing...SS made the All-Star team.