Ode to t-ball

Last night we finished our season with a parents versus kids game and a barbecue.


It is finished.

Not that is was bad or anything, but coaching when you have four children who like to be held constantly and still, in most regards, are babies is not the best idea.  But all in all it was a great season...and I must say, we had the best team.  Really, we did - ok, well, at least in my opinion.

We played against some really competitive teams, which is quite laughable considering our teams consisted of 4 and 5 year olds who have non existent attention spans.  We played some teams with coaches who screamed things at their teams like, "drive the line" (whatever that means) and other coaches who refused to let their kids do anything other than hit off the tee.  But our team, probably because we had two coaches (Dave and me) who are completely not competitive or athletic - we just had fun.

Our kids would wrestle over the ball and jump up victoriously if they retrieved it from the dog pile.

Our kids would make dirt angels in the outfield.

Our kids regularly left their base to ask when snack was.

Our kids played and danced while in the outfield.

Our kids, ok my kid, would scream "SPIDERMAN!" every time he was up to bat and had to always have color coordinating helmet and bat so that he too could be red like Spiderman.  Whatever works little buddy, whatever works.

Our parents helped and didn't just sit on the sidelines (thank the good Lord for that)

And our kids learned how to be on a team.  How to work together.  How to get over tiffs and indifferences to get a job done.  And they learned which way to run when they hit a ball.  

I would like to say, this season was a success.

And I will never coach again.

Now, I have to go sign Emma up for soccer.  Not coaching, not coaching, not coaching - and please don't hold me to this if in two weeks I inform all of you that insanity overtook me once again and I volunteered again to coach.  Oh boy.  Not coaching, not coaching, not coaching...