T-Ball
Well the boy had his first T-ball practice last night. He and 15 other 4-to-6 year-olds took to the field at Jefferson Park to start what undoubtedly will become an every summer occurrence. It was a lot of fun watching the masses of kids chase down every ball hit from the T into the infield. The older boy got a chance to bat as well and did great. If there’s one thing he knows how to do, that’s hit.
Out past the outfield a group of young men were playing Ultimate Frizbie in the grass. For a while I wrestled with contemplating which do I hate more, the sport or the people who play the sport, but decided against it. I can get far to easily distracted by my likes and dislikes, loosing focus on what brings me out there in the first place. Last night it was to witness another passing milestone: First hit in a uniform.
On the way home he says from the back seat all excited. “The coach called me a natural.” Long pause. “…I don’t even know what that is!”
You know, come to think of it, he does look the tiniest bit like Robert Redford circa 1984.
Out past the outfield a group of young men were playing Ultimate Frizbie in the grass. For a while I wrestled with contemplating which do I hate more, the sport or the people who play the sport, but decided against it. I can get far to easily distracted by my likes and dislikes, loosing focus on what brings me out there in the first place. Last night it was to witness another passing milestone: First hit in a uniform.
On the way home he says from the back seat all excited. “The coach called me a natural.” Long pause. “…I don’t even know what that is!”
You know, come to think of it, he does look the tiniest bit like Robert Redford circa 1984.
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