Take and rake is not the best strategy for a baseball-themed gender reveal


I’m not sure when gender reveal parties became a thing. I know it was after my kids were born, as no one was doing that 12-13 years ago. Maybe it’s a post-social media/smart phones thing, made practical by easy video sharing. I have no idea.

I also don’t know why, other than the ability to do such a thing, people do it. You’re going to find out eventually. I suspect it’s an excuse for another round of festivities and gift-giving, but again, I really don’t know for sure. If it’s something that makes you happy, hey, enjoy yourselves and don’t let me stop you. I just don’t really understand it and can’t imagine that if I were having another kid that I’d do it. Of course, imagining having another kid almost makes me want to pass out with stress, so maybe I’m not the best person to comment on this. It’s just not for me is what I’m saying.

But I do know two things for certain:

  1. They should be called “sex reveal parties” not “gender reveal parties” because sex and gender are different things; and
  2. If you do one that is baseball-themed, you better have your hacking shoes on. Because being patient and waiting for a pitch you can drive is a dumb strategy in these cases: