I had the pleasure of head coaching my son’s baseball team as well as my daughter’s Tball team this year. It has been an absolute blast. In our TBall division, we start using a pitching machine halfway through the season. My 5 year year old daughter made All Stars and actually got several hits off the machine. I was super proud of her. She’s going to be a natural. When she got her first hit I hugged her like she just won the World Series.
My son and his team absolutely dominated this year. We went 14-2 and won by an average of 15+ runs. The two games we lost were just bad days and bad coaching, quite honestly. My son batted .905 this year, only striking out one time all year. He absolutely crushed it. In the championship game, we clamped down on the other team and simply dominated them. My son made an unassisted double play to end the next to last inning, and made the final play of the game by stopping a hard grounder to 1st and getting the force out to win the whole thing. He immediately ran and jumped into my arms and we shared a big hug before he went and celebrated with his team. Every father needs a moment like that with his son. This was a special year and something that I will never forget as long as I live. Watching my son and his teammates grow like they did, offensively and defensively, was something else. It amazes me how kids can perform with hard work, camaraderie, and a lot of repetition. I’m one proud daddy/coach, to say the least.
My son and his team absolutely dominated this year. We went 14-2 and won by an average of 15+ runs. The two games we lost were just bad days and bad coaching, quite honestly. My son batted .905 this year, only striking out one time all year. He absolutely crushed it. In the championship game, we clamped down on the other team and simply dominated them. My son made an unassisted double play to end the next to last inning, and made the final play of the game by stopping a hard grounder to 1st and getting the force out to win the whole thing. He immediately ran and jumped into my arms and we shared a big hug before he went and celebrated with his team. Every father needs a moment like that with his son. This was a special year and something that I will never forget as long as I live. Watching my son and his teammates grow like they did, offensively and defensively, was something else. It amazes me how kids can perform with hard work, camaraderie, and a lot of repetition. I’m one proud daddy/coach, to say the least.