Opening day is October 1st. So until then, Practice, Practice, Practice. Which by the way last nights practice went will mean "learning to dodge the 12 inch, Lime green ball."
See, I have 2 girls and 1 boy. This means 2 with softball and 1 with baseball. Now, For the oldest twatwaffle, This will be her 2nd fall ball season. The other 2, This is thier first. With the oldest being 15, This means there are alot more shennanigans on the field. A bunch of teenage girls with rampaging hormones and someone telling them what to do. Maybe it's not just the older girl's team. Perhaps just girls?
Last nights practice consisted of no fewer than 4 girls taking a ball to the hip, thigh, foot, arm and the coach recieving a broken nose compliments of the new pitcher. Should have worn that face mask. These girls are tough. They may get hit, kicked in the teeth with a pair of cleats, whacked in the head with an aluminum bat, but they don't care. Just don't block the base.
The middle twatwaffle, This is another ball of wax. Quite possibly the clumsiest kid I have ever seen. She can't make it through the day without tripping on at least 2 non-exisistant things. Put her on a field and put a glove on her hand however, And she's a freakin ballerina. Fields the ball like a pro. Puts the ball to the fence. And she will knock you out of the way of that base. Ball to the hip? Who cares? She just takes her base. She's the honey badger of softball.
Now the boy child. *sigh* 9 years old. And they want concentration and focus. Are they not aware that these boys have better things to think about like, say, Sport cups and the newest Pokemon? Drawing pictures in the clay? Seeing how far they can swing the bat before it hits someone? Trying to get the bottle of Gatorade to fit in the holes of the fence? I'm surprised a game can even happen.
BUT! I get to sit and talk to other parents and we make fun of each others kids while we taunt our own when they miss that perfect pitch. Gotta keep it fun folks. My kids gets hit with the ball? "Walk it off chief, It'll heal" or "You couldn't hit it so you let it hit you?" *I antagonize my children all the time and we use insults and taunts as affection. Who are you to judge me?* They turn around, Stare at me, Roll thier eyes and then the next thing you know, Someone's car needs a new windshield. That's parenting folks.
Fall Ball is meant for fun. Not for some egotistical parent that couldn't make it to sit there and scream at thier kids for striking out. It happens. You want to coach? You should have signed up for it. Now sit there and shut up. I go to every game. I watch my kids mess up sometimes. I see them strike out or not even swing. I see them get out on first base. I see them miss that ball that was hit straight at them. Guess what? That's the game. After it's over, I remind them to check thier gloves because there has got to be a hole in it. Or in the bat. Is there a spring in your glove? You do know they didn't move first base right?
Let your kid play ball. Let them make friends. Tell the kids on the team "$20 to whoever puts it over the fence. $40 if it hits the coaches car/truck" That cost me $40 in the spring.
In other words, Bring your chair (Those bleachers are the devils trinkets), Get you a cup of hot chocolate and a corn dog. Then watch your kids make fools of themselves. That's when the good games happen.
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