My dilemma didn't last too long - I let P sleep as long as I could, filled a water bottle with gatorade, got his uniform ready - and woke him up with just enough time to get to the game... where we told the coach he'd be happy to just sit in the dug-out and he'd play WAY left field and not be offended. Of course, at this point, Porter is feeling a little more peppy and ends up having the best game of his season - 3 solid hits (out of 4 at bats) and one was even his first double of the season. (no, he's no sammy sosa). The Coach said he should get sick more often, which I thought was a little insensitive, but funny all the same. We did win!
Saturday and Sunday and This Morning... still sick, we're heading off to the doctor and I'm sure we'll feel just a little guilty when other members of the team are sick - but not as guilty as the coaches' wife who guilted us into coming :)
The game tonight... yeah, we'll leave that up to the doctor, I'm not making any more decisions in that regard! (sorry, no pictures of his nasty throat!)