Results of practice number two - note that three kids didn't show up, two reported illness/conflicts, one just didn't show and someone else said "Oh, I think they're out of town." Great - couldn't they tell me that? Hmph. Anyway....
I split the kids into three groups to focus on Fielding, Pitching and Hitting. Then I assigned assistants to run each area (love having so many people willing to help). I walked around with a clipboard looking important. Yeah.
Anyway, the pitching station results were that I have four guys ready to go, and three more on the cusp (including my son, which honestly impresses me because last year he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. And I'm not being biased here - I'm not letting him pitch if he's not ready).
Hitting revealed that everyone should be ok. There's one kid who swings like a cricket player (yes, I've actually watched cricket in my life) but he kept making contact. So ok. I asked him what other sports he's played (thinking maybe he's played cricket) and he replied "tennis". Tennis!!! Kids play tennis at this age?? Whatever! Just keep hitting the ball and I'll be happy.
Fielding was handed over to Coach Jeff. This guy is awesome - he helped me a couple years ago when I was coaching the next level down - my first coaching experience. He keeps the kids involved and does so in a wacky manner that makes them have fun. It's like getting criticized while eating oreo cookies. YUM! They begged him to coach this year and he said no. Luckily I picked his kid in the draft and you KNOW he wants to coach; just doesn't want all the crap that goes with it. So I'm looking forward to his help. Anyway, yet another good fielding session that proved most of these guys can play anywhere, although a few don't have a strong enough arm for third. But who is pulling the ball at this level? (Actually, my son can hit the ball up the thirdbase line whenever he wants - seriously. I don't think he'll ever be a "real" baseball player, but he has two areas where he shines: hitting the ball where he wants and baserunning. He is a natural baserunner. The rest of his game is seriously mediocre.)
Regardless, walking back to my car... once again... my son said "That was fun!" Woohoo! Mission accomplished!
I split the kids into three groups to focus on Fielding, Pitching and Hitting. Then I assigned assistants to run each area (love having so many people willing to help). I walked around with a clipboard looking important. Yeah.
Anyway, the pitching station results were that I have four guys ready to go, and three more on the cusp (including my son, which honestly impresses me because last year he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. And I'm not being biased here - I'm not letting him pitch if he's not ready).
Hitting revealed that everyone should be ok. There's one kid who swings like a cricket player (yes, I've actually watched cricket in my life) but he kept making contact. So ok. I asked him what other sports he's played (thinking maybe he's played cricket) and he replied "tennis". Tennis!!! Kids play tennis at this age?? Whatever! Just keep hitting the ball and I'll be happy.
Fielding was handed over to Coach Jeff. This guy is awesome - he helped me a couple years ago when I was coaching the next level down - my first coaching experience. He keeps the kids involved and does so in a wacky manner that makes them have fun. It's like getting criticized while eating oreo cookies. YUM! They begged him to coach this year and he said no. Luckily I picked his kid in the draft and you KNOW he wants to coach; just doesn't want all the crap that goes with it. So I'm looking forward to his help. Anyway, yet another good fielding session that proved most of these guys can play anywhere, although a few don't have a strong enough arm for third. But who is pulling the ball at this level? (Actually, my son can hit the ball up the thirdbase line whenever he wants - seriously. I don't think he'll ever be a "real" baseball player, but he has two areas where he shines: hitting the ball where he wants and baserunning. He is a natural baserunner. The rest of his game is seriously mediocre.)
Regardless, walking back to my car... once again... my son said "That was fun!" Woohoo! Mission accomplished!
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