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Cratering

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Left on my desk. Not sure what she’s trying to say.

Left on my desk. Not sure what she’s trying to say.

Spring may actually be here.

Spring may actually be here.

First Practice

Indoors, of course, because this is the land the sun forgot and there’s still a foot of ice everywhere.

I threw grounders and pop-ups for over an hour; my forearm and elbow ache. I also got hit square on the top of the head with an errant pitch from a fourth-grader. Head’s OK, but the arm’ll kill tomorrow.

I hurt. And it is awesome.

Another solution to SAD is to get out with a buddy and be active.

Another solution to SAD is to get out with a buddy and be active.

"Maybe you’ll get a raise."

"I need a better starter home."

Teach your children well.

"Maybe you’ll get a raise."

"I need a better starter home."

Teach your children well.

Someone got to work with the older girls at the high school today, and performed at halftime of the basketball game.
So excite. Much dance. Very cheer.

Someone got to work with the older girls at the high school today, and performed at halftime of the basketball game.

So excite. Much dance. Very cheer.

Firsts today:
Her first soccer game. Big fun to watch the little pixies run around. She did great, and only complained a little after she had to wear the goalie jersey in 90 degree heat.
His first Tae Kwon Do belt test. He’s actually breaking a board in that pic…sorry for the blur, no flash allowed.
He had a soccer game today, too. We’ve been moving nonstop since 9:00. Daddy needs beer.
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Firsts today:
Her first soccer game. Big fun to watch the little pixies run around. She did great, and only complained a little after she had to wear the goalie jersey in 90 degree heat.
His first Tae Kwon Do belt test. He’s actually breaking a board in that pic…sorry for the blur, no flash allowed.
He had a soccer game today, too. We’ve been moving nonstop since 9:00. Daddy needs beer.
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Firsts today:

He had a soccer game today, too. We’ve been moving nonstop since 9:00. Daddy needs beer.

Entrepreneurs. 

Note security in the background.

Entrepreneurs.

Note security in the background.

He’s nine and that is older than most for this milestone, but he’s got his reasons for getting here when he did. Today was a really big day.

My kids made me a video for Fathers Day and I exploded.

Last little league post until next April, I promise.

I regret not getting any good action pics of him playing this year. I was always too busy maintaining order in the dugout. I did get a short clip of the league’s smallest pitcher throwing his almost impossibly slow changeup to his buddy Ashton in Friday night’s game, and getting absolutely squeezed by the d-bag umpire we had that night.

It ended the only way it realistically could have, and so here we are hoisting the second-place trophy. Some of the forced or absent smiles tell the story. They wanted this game and they almost got it.
The kid who’d probably be the #7 pitcher on the team threw two innings of 2-run ball and we kept it close. Ultimately, though, the fourth game in five days stretched us too thin against a pretty good team that was fully rested. We lost 14-11.
This is my third year of (assistant) coaching baseball, and I’ve pitched in on a couple of soccer seasons, too. I can say without any hesitation that this is the best group of kids we’ve had by far. I’m proud of them all for their effort, attitude, and willingness to learn. Just a fun bunch to be around. Unsurprisingly, their parents are universally great, too. Supportive and present in all of the right ways and none of the wrong. Not one tool in the bunch. I’m really bummed the season is over.
I may be a little biased, but I’m especially proud of the third slugger from the left in the first row of standing boys. One of the smallest kids in the league, he worked his way up to the #6 (of 11) spot in the lineup, consistently making contact against even the biggest fireballing fourth graders in town. Fearless. We don’t keep individual stats, but I’d bet he was among the top four RBI producers on the team. Watching him grow from a tentative swinger to one who now strides confidently to the plate and digs in while holding up his back hand to signal “time” to the ump is a highlight of the year. He really came into himself as a ballplayer this season.
He decided he didn’t want to play summer travel ball this year which was a slight disappointment, but it’s fully his decision and I respect it. We’ll be back here in the spring, and he’s excited for real soccer in the fall. More unstructured time at the pool sounds like a winner in the meantime.

It ended the only way it realistically could have, and so here we are hoisting the second-place trophy. Some of the forced or absent smiles tell the story. They wanted this game and they almost got it.

The kid who’d probably be the #7 pitcher on the team threw two innings of 2-run ball and we kept it close. Ultimately, though, the fourth game in five days stretched us too thin against a pretty good team that was fully rested. We lost 14-11.

This is my third year of (assistant) coaching baseball, and I’ve pitched in on a couple of soccer seasons, too. I can say without any hesitation that this is the best group of kids we’ve had by far. I’m proud of them all for their effort, attitude, and willingness to learn. Just a fun bunch to be around. Unsurprisingly, their parents are universally great, too. Supportive and present in all of the right ways and none of the wrong. Not one tool in the bunch. I’m really bummed the season is over.

I may be a little biased, but I’m especially proud of the third slugger from the left in the first row of standing boys. One of the smallest kids in the league, he worked his way up to the #6 (of 11) spot in the lineup, consistently making contact against even the biggest fireballing fourth graders in town. Fearless. We don’t keep individual stats, but I’d bet he was among the top four RBI producers on the team. Watching him grow from a tentative swinger to one who now strides confidently to the plate and digs in while holding up his back hand to signal “time” to the ump is a highlight of the year. He really came into himself as a ballplayer this season.

He decided he didn’t want to play summer travel ball this year which was a slight disappointment, but it’s fully his decision and I respect it. We’ll be back here in the spring, and he’s excited for real soccer in the fall. More unstructured time at the pool sounds like a winner in the meantime.

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June 1: 3-2 (L)June 4: 13-1 (W)June 8: 11-4 (W)June 11: 11-8 (W)June 13: 16-9 (W)June 14: 18-17 (W)
Danny’s baseball team went 10-2 in the regular season. For the playoffs, the idiots who run this league seeded the teams at random and chose home teams by coin flips. We got a tough first draw, lost the coin flip, and the kids’ bats went cold, which dropped us down into the loser’s bracket in this double elimination tourney.
From there, we’ve gone on a grueling run, eliminating five teams in ten days—three in the last four. Today, as karma dictates, we face our nemesis in the pre-championship* game. That is the team whose head coach called our head coach a liar to his face in front of all the kids over a rules dispute. (Which our coach was right about, BTW.) In all my time with sports, including my asshole years in my 20’s playing men’s league softball, this was the closest I’ve ever seen it get to real violence. I thought our coach, a super nice guy, was going to fucking pound this jerk. That would have been deeply satisfying and richly deserved.
Thankfully, he didn’t, and here we are for the rematch. But the idiots who run this league and the rules of little league baseball conspire to leave us with only one viable pitcher today. Everyone else is “burned” due to the national association’s pitch count limits, etc. After that one kid throws his limit today, we’ll have to pitch kids who never do. Some of them will not find the strike zone at all. The other team, meanwhile, has their entire roster available due to the three-day layoff since their last game. We will almost surely get pounded, and in the process some of our lesser players, 9-year-old boys, will be humiliated in the way that only baseball, the loneliest of team sports, affords.
Did I mention this league is run by idiots?
Anyway. Please send your mojo this way for a massive rainstorm, with lightning if possible, before 11:00 today. Because tomorrow we’d get most of our pitchers back. And failing that, please send mojo for the greatest little league underdog victory of all time.
* since we’re in the loser’s bracket, if we win, we’d have to play them again for all the marbles.

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June 1: 3-2 (L)
June 4: 13-1 (W)
June 8: 11-4 (W)
June 11: 11-8 (W)
June 13: 16-9 (W)
June 14: 18-17 (W)

Danny’s baseball team went 10-2 in the regular season. For the playoffs, the idiots who run this league seeded the teams at random and chose home teams by coin flips. We got a tough first draw, lost the coin flip, and the kids’ bats went cold, which dropped us down into the loser’s bracket in this double elimination tourney.

From there, we’ve gone on a grueling run, eliminating five teams in ten days—three in the last four. Today, as karma dictates, we face our nemesis in the pre-championship* game. That is the team whose head coach called our head coach a liar to his face in front of all the kids over a rules dispute. (Which our coach was right about, BTW.) In all my time with sports, including my asshole years in my 20’s playing men’s league softball, this was the closest I’ve ever seen it get to real violence. I thought our coach, a super nice guy, was going to fucking pound this jerk. That would have been deeply satisfying and richly deserved.

Thankfully, he didn’t, and here we are for the rematch. But the idiots who run this league and the rules of little league baseball conspire to leave us with only one viable pitcher today. Everyone else is “burned” due to the national association’s pitch count limits, etc. After that one kid throws his limit today, we’ll have to pitch kids who never do. Some of them will not find the strike zone at all. The other team, meanwhile, has their entire roster available due to the three-day layoff since their last game. We will almost surely get pounded, and in the process some of our lesser players, 9-year-old boys, will be humiliated in the way that only baseball, the loneliest of team sports, affords.

Did I mention this league is run by idiots?

Anyway. Please send your mojo this way for a massive rainstorm, with lightning if possible, before 11:00 today. Because tomorrow we’d get most of our pitchers back. And failing that, please send mojo for the greatest little league underdog victory of all time.

* since we’re in the loser’s bracket, if we win, we’d have to play them again for all the marbles.

Victory lunch! Tense playoff baseball! I need a drink!

Victory lunch! Tense playoff baseball! I need a drink!

There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back.
My guy is about a millisecond from getting a face full of elbow. And they said spring soccer wasn’t competitive. At least no one got bit.

There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back.

My guy is about a millisecond from getting a face full of elbow. And they said spring soccer wasn’t competitive. At least no one got bit.