Almost done!!!
Well, ‘tis the season for baseball All-Star games. All games within our division will be played on Saturday. Basically, we asked all coaches to divide all their kids into three skill levels. Then I put all the names into teams, almost aimlessly, except for respect to the level of skill. This made six teams. This was convenient since we have six teams, and six coaches this year. After the teams were constructed, to avoid any possibility of someone assuming ‘the commissioner’ got the good team purposely, we literally pulled all six names out of a hat. The first two got the A kids and so on. I got a B team.
Tonight we scheduled a scrimmage for the A and B division, and C division has theirs yesterday. This meant a whole new set of kids for me to coach. Once you are around the same kids over and over again, you get kind of numb to who is bigger or smaller. I was once again reminded that my son is built like a 7-year-old brick shithouse! He is so large compared to the other kids. He’s not the ‘largest’ per say, but the most muscular and meaty of them all. He’s as tall as some 10 year olds, almost as thick as the little fat kid (sorry), yet not a roll on him. Plus, for the first time since I’ve been doing this, he’s not on my team. I actually was hoping to sit and watch one of his games, for the first time ever. Can you believe that I cannot because I put him in a B bracket I coach his apposing team. Go figure!!!
And now for my small rant!!!! I should not have left the skill level decision totally up to the coaches. What the hell!!! Last night the C kids were much better then today’s B kids. I ended up helping kids with batting skills that should have been taught on day one!!! Again, kudos to my kid who hit every ball pitched to him.
And now for another small rant. This year I have received the following titles, through absolutely no requests from myself: Board Member; Safety Officer; Division Commissioner; Division Co-Commissioner; French Fry Cook; Concession Stand Standby; and Post Season Pitching Clinic Organizer. Oh, I hold one more title; the only one I really care about, Head Coach of a bunch of kids who really need someone to look up to. For another year on a row, my kids love me. THAT is what I want.
Tonight we scheduled a scrimmage for the A and B division, and C division has theirs yesterday. This meant a whole new set of kids for me to coach. Once you are around the same kids over and over again, you get kind of numb to who is bigger or smaller. I was once again reminded that my son is built like a 7-year-old brick shithouse! He is so large compared to the other kids. He’s not the ‘largest’ per say, but the most muscular and meaty of them all. He’s as tall as some 10 year olds, almost as thick as the little fat kid (sorry), yet not a roll on him. Plus, for the first time since I’ve been doing this, he’s not on my team. I actually was hoping to sit and watch one of his games, for the first time ever. Can you believe that I cannot because I put him in a B bracket I coach his apposing team. Go figure!!!
And now for my small rant!!!! I should not have left the skill level decision totally up to the coaches. What the hell!!! Last night the C kids were much better then today’s B kids. I ended up helping kids with batting skills that should have been taught on day one!!! Again, kudos to my kid who hit every ball pitched to him.
And now for another small rant. This year I have received the following titles, through absolutely no requests from myself: Board Member; Safety Officer; Division Commissioner; Division Co-Commissioner; French Fry Cook; Concession Stand Standby; and Post Season Pitching Clinic Organizer. Oh, I hold one more title; the only one I really care about, Head Coach of a bunch of kids who really need someone to look up to. For another year on a row, my kids love me. THAT is what I want.
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