So, we’re in the next phase of life now – my son is learning the game of baseball via his first-ever T-ball team. The league has many of the usual ups and downs – teams that are somehow concocted of the most athletic 5 and 6 year-olds you’ll ever see, driven coaches with crisp, sharp drills…….and the rest of us. A bunch of Dads trying to help out volunteer coaches teach kids they hardly know how to be part of a team.
There’s the short stop who can barely make the throw to 2nd base, much less to first. The outfielders who might never see a ball hit their way, the pitcher who is just a hair taller than the tee. Sure, there’s that team of ringers who will win every game they play – except the big one – the one that goes on long after that glove is at the bottom of the toy box.
What am I talking about? Well, I could tell you, but I think you’ll get the picture by watching this:
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