Batter Up....

Well it's been a few days since I last laced up the blog shoes. Had a nice busy weekend. Don't know about you but it was flat out gorgeous down here in the Sunshine state.
Well, with the possible exception of Friday evening when we had a quasi-deluge of biblical proportions. My son's baseball game was rained out.
Yeah. I'm a coach.
I was disappointed. Mostly because my father actually made the effort to come out and watch him play. Something he never did when I was playing.
No. It doesn't bother me. I'm completely over it. Can't you tell? He was busy. Working hard to take care of things. He didn't have time to watch me play baseball. He wanted me to focus on growing up and getting a good job. Never mind the fact that scouts were interested in the skinny left handed kid with the nice swing.
Oh? He pitches too?
No. I'm not bitter.
Things didn't work out for me. Obviously. I still enjoy softball and I really try hard not to project onto the clone. I want him to play so long as he enjoys it. I don't force him to play.
Now if, let's say, someone invents a method of downloading knowledge from one mind to another...
And I could, hypothetically speaking, download all my baseball experience into his little 9 year old head...
That would be so awesome.
But, unfortunately the technique hasn't been invented yet and despite the fact that his hitting is coming along nicely (he got his first his ever last week) he still throws kind of like a squirrel on acid.
With a twitch.
And an over abundance of caffeine.
We're working on that.
I'm hoping he gets better eventually.
Until then I suggest that the folks along the first base side pay attention whenever he's playing second base...