My Little League Heroes

I used to play baseball in high school. I was pretty good at it, too. So when I had a son, it was always my dream that he’d follow in my footsteps. I could just picture us playing catch in the backyard, practicing swings and pitches.
 
When he got to be about 5, it seemed time for him to join a team. But much to my dismay, our community didn’t have one. I’d have to drive him 25 minutes just to get to practice. After talking with some of the neighbors, I nominated myself to the job of coach. We were on our way.
 
It turned out to be a much tougher job than I thought it would be. I had to make all kinds of decisions. For instance, I didn’t even know that for practice we needed fungo baseball bats instead of regular game bats. Should we use old-fashioned ash bats or maple bats? Or, should we go with something easier to use and higher tech? Yes. I really was that clueless.

 

I figured it out eventually. We only won two games that season. By the next, we had doubled that. Two years later, we placed 3rd in our division. But I’ll never forget that first year.

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