Let's Have a Look-See

Here they are at 10:30 p.m. , the champions. They started at 5:45, lost the first game 24 to 2. Then came the second game, the final game of the season, and they pulled it off 8 to 5. Rich got cleated in the first game and sprained his thumb. Since we had Scott's Eagle Court of Honor, and he was in pain, I took him with us. We fixed him up, Ibuprofen, stabilized the thumb and ice (we will see a doctor today). When the Court of Honor was over, he was feeling better, we went back to the game and he pitched two great innings and help his team to the championship. Some days are like that. By the way, this is only our 4th winning team. Everyone had one good year, except Callie.

Some 19 years ago, when Keith was little and cute, Wes talked me into an activity that seemed harmless. The kids were adorable, the grass came up to their knees, they needed help running the bases and they always thought they won, even though, no one kept score. If I knew then, what I knew now, I'm not so sure we should have ever started. Little history, we started this tradition 19 years ago. The year Rich was born, we had 4 kids in Little League on 3 teams. The next year we had 4 on 4 teams. For the last 5 years, we have only had 1, and we will be done this year. That is around 35 teams. This is what I have learned. #1. It is almost impossible to have a good coach. It seems that coaching brings out the worst in men or women. Usually the coach makes his own child cry every game, leaving everyone else with an awkward moment. The assistant coach is doing this job so his son can play a position that he is not qualified to play. It is best to just grin and bear it. By the way, we hav...