Man, where does the time go? It was just a couple of months ago that I took my first head coaching job in Little League. My son is 11 and I have helped his teams out before here and there but never been head coach. I didn’t know what to expect going in and to be honest I was quite nervous. I really didn’t want to let the boys down and I didn’t want to look like an idiot out there either. Well…I still look like an idiot…but you know what I mean! We haven’t won many games but we have had a good time.
The biggest plus for me is the time that I get to spend with my son. I also get to play baseball again every day just about. I am 42 years old and really thought that my playing days were over….NOT YET MY FRIEND!! I take my 320 pound self out there and run around on the field like I was 11 again….I can’t really stop but I can run! I catch fly balls, make perfect throws or run to the fence, hit to the boys, and pitch just about every day. What a blast it has been.
Game day comes and I am as excited as the team. I set around and pout when we get rained out. It is the coolest thing when you see one of the kids that has been having a tough year have a great game or make a big play. Twice this year the bottom of the line up has brought us back in the game with a chance to win and we pulled it out. We have about five games left but I have decided that I am coaching next year. I can’t wait until it all starts again next spring. Man what a life!!