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It's Over
06.30.08 (4:41 pm)   [edit]
It's finally over. My son's first season as a little league baseball player. He’s never played ball before, so the mere fact that he got through an entire (11 game) season and wants to go back for more is saying something.

Having a child play organized sports can be a trying time for a dad, and I'm not talking about just fretting over possible injury. You hope your child will be handle adversity. You hope that the teammates with more experience don't look upon your child as a liability or tease him for not playing like Cal Ripken. You hope your child gets a coach that won't give up on him because he doesn't play like Cal Ripken. You hope against hope that your child doesn't get stuck in the "players who play like Cal Ripken if he were a paralyzed quadruple amputee with scoliosis" position...otherwise known as Right Field.

Li'l Heavyarms played right field.

Heavyarms is a far cry from an actual athlete, but keeping in mind the old adage "Those who can, do. Those who can't…COACH," I had plenty of baseball tidbits to offer him. Things like:
"Keep your head in there!"
"Open your stance up!"
"Ready position!"
"Keep the ball in front of you!"
"Get your glove up!"
"Keep your eye on the ball!"

Parents/pseudo-coaches don't realize that most of those phrases are about as meaningful to a 7-year old as dissertation on quantum mechanics, but we helpfully yell them at our children during a game anyway. I guess it’s sort of like asking someone "How're you doin'?" You don't really care, you just say it because everybody’s sayin' it.

Strangely, my son didn't pick up on Baseball Basics during his first game. He was still asking what a force out was after his second game. I was still constantly reminding him to back up throws to first after his third game.

ANECDOTE: My family and I attended a professional baseball game during the season, and without fail my wife would say "oh, oh, oh!" on every single throw to first base. After a while, she said, "Man, they never miss a throw to first do they?" "No," I replied, "Professional baseball isn't like little league. Not every throw to first base is an exciting play." Parents of little leaguers will know what I’m talking about.
My son's team finished in first place, going 10-0-1. Most of their games they won by comfortable margins, 25-9, 17-5, 20-4, 18-8. They had two close calls. The first came against the team my son's best friend played on. It was a see-saw affair, with our team coming out on top 21-19. This is a time of mixed emotions for a parent. On the one hand, you're happy for your child. On the other, you're sad for his friend and his parents. After the teams shook hands, my son and his best friend walked off the field together, obviously discussing the finer points of the game. They were headed right towards me, and I was wondering if I'd be able to commiserate with the lad with just the right amount of sympathy because (God forgive me) I was happy our team won. How upset was he going to be? Was he ever going to be able to speak to my son again after the sound thrashing he just experienced at the hands of an obviously superior team? Were they saying their final goodbyes, two longtime friends forced to part ways because of some trivial ball game? I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of remorse as the pair approached me.

"Dad, can he spend the night with us?" my son asked.

I guess baseball isn't as important to a 7-year old.

The second close call came against the team they were (at the time) tied with for first place. They were losing 11-3 with two outs at the bottom of the third inning when the game was called for weather. One more out and the game would have been official. When the game was rescheduled our team managed to score 13 runs while holding the opposition to only 4. My son was hitless in three at bats, and as we left the field he was sad. "What's wrong, you guys won?" "Yeah, but I didn't get a hit." "So? You would have gotten on base against any other team in the league (this was true, their third and first basemen were unbelievably good.) And what's more, even though you got thrown out, you drove home a run." "Yeah, that's true." "And you guys won by one run." "I guess so." "So you might even say that you drove in the winning run." "Hey, that's true! Can I have a milkshake?"

Showing that even an apparent failure can sometimes be viewed as beneficial makes things go down a little bit easier.

Especially when combined with a milkshake. 

 


posted by: OldSchool (reply)
post date: 06.30.08 (3:31 pm)

Nice post. I loved Little League as a kid. Something so pure & innocent of kids playing ball simply for the love of playing ball. Thanks for sharing.



posted by: PirateGirl (reply)
post date: 06.30.08 (4:36 pm)

Alright Lil' Heavyarms!!!! Way to rock! :D


*(Ps. - I love your "Warning" at the top right of your blog!)



posted by: auntconi (reply)
post date: 06.30.08 (6:30 pm)

As usual, you didn't disappoint the masses ~ well me anyway! :)

Very nice read ~ and Good Job Li'l Heavyarms ~ way to go!!!

A very special time in a young man's life!
As a mother of a son I can relive that time ~ and it was so much fun!

Thanks for sharing!

PS ~ I took a ramble over to "Addicted to Plastic" ~ Very interesting!

Don't stay away so long!



posted by: PastorDave (reply)
post date: 07.01.08 (10:17 am)

Little League can be fun and rewarding, especially when the parents show some restraint. My son was a right fielder, and played sparingly. All the kids were allowed to bat, so that was no problem. There is usually some favoritism showed by the coaches toward kids and friends, and I guess it can't be totally avoided. And I'm pretty sure kids don't take things nearly as seriously as the parents. One truism- don't get in the way of a mom and her little leaguer!

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