Mar
7
Life, Baseball and My Son...
"He's trying to kill us!" my nine-year-old son said exasperated, after his coach made the team run two laps following their game last weekend, even though they won!
I couldn't help but start laughing. "No, seriously Dad," he insisted, as we walked towards the car. He always uses "seriously" now when trying to make a point. "He's really trying to kill us."
"Buddy, that's what coaches do," I exclaimed.
The coach was upset about their sloppy play, including my son getting picked off second with the old hidden ball trick.
"They break the team down," I continued, "then build them up again. That's what they do in the army, you know."
"Yeah, but those are soldiers, Dad! We're kids!"
Good point, but I pressed on, "Buddy, he's trying to build character. He's old school.
I couldn't help but start laughing. "No, seriously Dad," he insisted, as we walked towards the car. He always uses "seriously" now when trying to make a point. "He's really trying to kill us."
"Buddy, that's what coaches do," I exclaimed.
The coach was upset about their sloppy play, including my son getting picked off second with the old hidden ball trick.
"They break the team down," I continued, "then build them up again. That's what they do in the army, you know."
"Yeah, but those are soldiers, Dad! We're kids!"
Good point, but I pressed on, "Buddy, he's trying to build character. He's old school.
