MUCH different that when I was little when you learned by the big girls yelling at you. The neighborhood I grew up in had (and still does) a pretty nice softball league, not co-ed. It was for 1st-6th graders and every team had an even distribution of little kids and big kids. They even had a "draft" of sorts where they made sure each team wasn't stacked too heavy with big kids. My Dad was my coach & I remember him coming home disappointed or happy about which girls he had or had not gotten. He was always stuck with me, though, ha ha. When I was one of the "big kids" I recall being on-deck and thinking "great. A 1st grader. I'm not gonna even get up." And I can vaguely remember being a 1st grader, a tad afraid of making a mistake for fear of the big girls hollering at me.
But it's different in 2010. Kids play t-ball and then coach pitch and both are co-ed through 2nd grade. Teams are divied up by birthday, so there are no 6th graders yelling at 1st grader. In 3rd grade, it's same gender teams and the kids rely a little less on the coach. I'm still a bit old-school, prefering the "throw the kids to the wolves" method of instruction. Sink or swim.
Brett had his first game last week and did well. We need to tweak his swing a bit and work on his baserunning, too. He seemed right at home at 2nd base (my own home for many years) and just loves playing.
Taking a swing-got a solid single. If you look closely, you can see the shadow of the ball. Yeah. I got that on purspose, ha ha.
Waiting (impatiently) for the throw for the force-out at 2nd that never came.
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