Baseball, boys, teens and father/son code

Sun blazing, boys in pants and gloves despite 90 degree temperature and helmets tossing balls high, low,back and forth. Swinging of bats, waving of arms in a ridiculous looking motion to warm up. People of all ages seated on bleachers, and in lawn chairs outside a tall fence. The smell of hot dogs and nachos fill the air, water bottles and soda being sipped. A baby's cry, a child's squeal faintly heard as they run about to fill the stand still of time...Baseball.
If it were solely about me I would rarely be seen at a game. Secretly I did enjoy the minuscule amount of time I was allowed to watch a Rascals game before #1 overheated last summer. But, otherwise need an ipod a good book, a friend to banter with in order to imagine sitting at another pro game ever. Yes, I went to one years ago with a friend. Tonight was different than all that because it was my nephew I was there to watch. Having a personal motivation makes it interesting, besides #2 and #3 will likely continue to this level so much is there to learn.
Differences are many and uncounted between t-ball, softball and the real deal. I learned about bleating (I think that is the word), and a bit of hand signal codes too. In all that I also made an observation. These boys, and the men that coach them morph into creatures with capabilities unseen elsewhere. They are detail oriented, aware of every move, every player. They think ahead, communicate clearly with each other across a spectrum of obstacles, distance and noise. In the 2ND inning the coach had a pow wow on the pitchers mound, on the side lines he spewed instructions, codes and encouragement to each batter.
I have watched this impressive, slightly uncanny talents on many a fire scene too. Why is it men or women can do something in the box of a specific area but not transfer the very same skills into the real world? It is unbelievable what you can see around you when you are not self absorbed or talking!
Of course then there was another revelation of a different kind. My oldest nephew attended somewhat in support of his brother but self admittedly more likely to be about avoiding his mother. That family seems to have a clear good cop/bad cop thing going on there. I make no judgement because I am certain the perspective of a 17 year old boy is far from accurate. He was apprehensive at first but when I noticed a subtle but dead giveaway of a terrible habit, conceded to not "rat" him out to his mother who in unaware and father that does know, he opened up. This situation left me saying little, my husband taking the lead and being an understanding ear. Man, someday I will have one of those. Heck someday I will have a 17, 15, 13 and 10. Or someday I will have a 19,17, 15, and 12 and on. Whew, I think I need a nap just thinking about that. Like my nephew they will have a job, a life beyond home and I will miss them but allow them room to grow...I hope;)I am pretty sure from my own memory of myself at 17 it is about over cause they are holding on to be free too.
The word says teach them in the way they shall go and they will no depart from it. But later when I asked my husband about the missing pieces between husband and wife he said it is part of the code. Huh, there is a father son code? Really? I suppose there is a thing or two he doesn't know that I do but when it comes to our kids not so much. I am quiet certain I can pretend to be oblivious if that is the decision we should make, but I was prepared to make it together. Hmmm, I better start a list now. Discussions for hubby and I: Bucket list and father/kid codes....The end becomes the beginning.