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| Spring is Springing!; But, Coach Mighty Red Raider hangs it up | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 27 2007, 04:16 PM (38 Views) | |
| MightyRedRaider | Mar 27 2007, 04:16 PM Post #1 |
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On the button!
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Every time spring rolls around, I get nostalgic about Little League. A yearning for the ballpark. I left Little League some time ago, and every spring I break out this little missive I wrote and reminisce... I noticed a post a week or so ago about talking to 13-14 year old baseball players, and it left me with an empty pang. (Aside: I have left you with a term, "empty pang", the meaning of which I can not define, or even hope to describe, yet seems to define my feelings adequately.) After 8 or 9 years of association with Little League, on almost every level and position, Manager Mighty is hanging it up. I thought I would tell you that I did it as a protest. You see, unlike high school, college or even Major League baseball, you can not were a baseball uniform as a manager in LL. I always thought that baseball pants were very flattering to me, and showed off my best assets to their fullest. Stirrup sox always made me feel secure, and a baseball shirts, well, displayed the Mighty guns and forearms to their best. Yeah, a baseball uniform looked pretty good on me, and I've caught more than one of those single baseball moms getting an eyeful. But, LL rules dictate I can't wear a uniform like the players. Don't get me wrong, I understand why the rule exists. Have you seen some of these guys coaching LL? They would make Bbcutch in his +250 days look svelt. The very thought of some of these guys, gut hanging out from under a baseball shirt, XXL baseball pants fitting like a hippo in Lycra, it's downright unappealing. The loss in consession sales alone, from people losing their appetite, is enough to create such a rule, appearances notwithstanding. Generally, I think personal vanity and meaningless protests are perfectly good reasons for abandoning the hopes and aspirations of your children. What I want to wear and calling attention to myself are adequate cause to ban my child from playing baseball, to keep him off the manicured fields of green on a perfect cool spring evening, to no longer hear the ping of the aluminum bat and turn a perfectly executed 6-4-3 double play. Personally, I'm tired of rubbing some kid's damp head after he makes it home to score a run, grinning at me. Watching those boys work hard every afternoon, and playing their hearts out, gaining skill and knowledge every game. The jokes and kidding around, worrying about lineups and positions, seeing the uncertian and shakey kid actually get a hit. Watching a truly gifted young man develop a swagger and come through in the clutch time after time. Seeing kids turn into young men. Yeah, I'm tired of that. I WOULD tell you all that, but it wouldn't be true. At the 13-14 yr old level, YoungerMite did OK last season. Played every out, took every at bat, but he didn't measure up to what he wanted. We had "the talk" over a month ago. Seems he'd told his mother that he was tired of baseball, and he didn't want to play this year. He didn't know how to tell me, and he was afraid I'd be upset. Mrs. MRR told him he had to be big enough to tell me himself. And so he did. He was shy, almost afraid to start, and he must have said he was sorry a dozen times. He said he knew how much it meant to me. Imagine, how much it meant to me! He's wants to play golf and get on the golf team at the high school next year like his brother. He thought he was done with team sports. I told him I understood his feelings, don't feel bad, I just want him to have fun and enjoy life. He'd put in plenty of years in baseball, and if was done, that's fine. I enjoyed it because of his involvement, not mine. I felt guilty that he was reluctant to approach me with his feelings. I was proud that he overcame it to tell me how he really felt. I gave him a hug and said we'd move on from baseball. Then I grounded him till June. |
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| :rocklawr | Mar 27 2007, 04:22 PM Post #2 |
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Eye in the Sky!
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Great story. Brings back so many memories myself. Though I take offense to you ripping on the big men possibly wearing the uniform. I think that was a shot on me. I'd do something about it but I just found this mozarella string cheese my wife gave me for lunch and I'm about to go to town on it. |
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