Once I found out I didn't have cancer, I decided to help my fiance coach my son's Little League team. I got the uniform shirt with my name on the back and all that cool stuff! My job was to do the scorebook for our team and keep the kids in line in the dugout. Now imagine 13 excited kids all between the ages of 7 and 12. I took many, many Excedrin over the last couple of months...
"My" kids did an awesome job this season, even though they won only 5 games. That was after the 3-in-a-row winning streak towards the end of the season. Our city tourney was last Monday, and our game went into extra innings. We were playing a team that had thoroughly walloped us in our previous meetings. We lost, but it was because of a bad call by the umpire. He even admitted it was bad, after the game was over, of course! Grrrrrrr...
Even though I did some complaining about the time baseball was taking up (5 games in one week is a little too much!), I wouldn't have traded that time for anything else right now. My kids yell "Coach Ann!" when they see me around town, and they tell me they'll miss me next season. Most of these kids are close to my son's age, and I've been reminding them of that. I'll be seeing them for a few more years. We're going to have a cookout for the team and their parents, just to show all of them that we really appreciated all the effort everybody put forth this season. My son didn't make All-Stars this season, but we'll still go to some of the tournaments just to suppport the kids who played for us. But we won't go to 5 games a week, that's for sure!
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