It's Only A Game ..... Right?

Posted almost 4 years ago
For the love of God press play already.What can I say, I love the game of baseball. I love to watch it, play it, read about it, and coach it.Yes I coach Little League. Been doing it for about 5 years now. I started when my son Alex was 3. At that time he wasn't able to play but, I saw an opportunity to start coaching in anticipation of his entry into the the only game that matters. I suppose Alex and Baylor were pushed into the sport. Baylor dropped it this year but Alex has been chomping at the bit to get on the diamond since the last snow fall. He loves it. The good news is my daughter Lindsay is also keyed up to play, she runs around with a glove and a batters helmet on asking me to pitch to or catch with her. My time as a Little League coach has known no problems, the kids love me, parents appreciate the time I take to help out their children and I would like to think I am generally well liked around our local fields. That is until recently when I got into a fight with a parent over the concept of 'choking up' on the bat. Two weeks ago one of my boys (we can call him 'G") had gotten his second strike out in a game. He became frustrated and rather belligerent. I had said, "G, you have to choke up on the bat. Just give me 2 inches." G said, "I can't, I am not allowed."Me: What do you mean your not allowed?G: I'm not allowed, my dad doesn't want me to.Me: Is your dad here today?G: Yeah, he's over there. Me: Let's go talk to him. I couldn't believe that a parent would tell their kid that they weren't allowed to choke up on the bat. Well I was wrong. G's dad did indeed tell him that he couldn't choke up. The dad had told me that his son (who is 8) had mastered the short bat and he wanted G to get used to hitting the longer bat without any help. This is when my dinosaur brain kicked in. Me: Fine, if that's the way you want it , you can sit here and watch your boy strike out because he isn't allowed to take advice from his coach who actually knows better. G's dad: Why are you singling my boy out, there are other kids striking out, why are you singling him out. Me: I am singling him out because he is the only kid who's dad won't let me do my job of coaching. Words were exchanged and a few people came over to break up the scene. It could have gotten ugly but it didn't. Cut to last week. There's G. He has a shorter bat and his dad is behind the fence telling him to move his hands up the bat about an inch. G's dad doesn't speak to me. He never offered an apology and yet here he was taking my advice. Needless to say, G hit every time he was up to bat and his demeanor was greatly improved but my attitude had changed after our initial encounter. My zeal for coaching had been taken away. I wasn't the same. I guess over time I will get into it again, I can't let my love for the game be ruined by one irate parent but for now I am subdued on the diamond. Anyway dig Fatboy Slim. I changed it up somewhat to reflect my feelings for the great American Pastime.

Comments (12)

  1. Anonymous says My dad coached Little League for at least 20 years I think. He had several run ins with parents like this, but he loves the game and loved teaching the kids, and that's why he kept doing it for so long. Sometimes he hated dealing with difficult parents, but 99% of the time it made him really happy. I know it's easier said than done, but try not to let it get you down too much.
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  2. Anonymous says Assistant coached for 6 or 7 years myself, Chris, and it really has it's ups and downs. We got kicked out of a tournament once for our own drunk parents fighting between themselves ( it was an awful hot and dry August day with a llooonnngg break between games) My son was always a natural, best left to the head coaches guidance. There are a lot of Parents in the stands reliving/ living out their sports fantasies, though. Sounds like the jerk took your advice at any rate - that sounds like progress!
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  3. Anonymous says ...dude count your blessings... back in the day our Dad's were playing it like we were all pros... taking it way too seriously, kicking dirt on the 14 year old umpires, just behaving very badly... as the coaches - and the crew in the stands(?) were even worse - as scotfree says, living out all kinds of fantasies in the bleachers (sports related and otherwise...) Some of my best memories though - the dedication of my Dad to the game, and the kids, and one of the only ones who wasn't insane... and surprise surprise - we took the championships every single year... Keep up the good work, it does make a huge difference in the kids lives - and to paraphrase gympumpkin, don't let the turkeys get you down...
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  4. Anonymous says love the tune! it's really too bad this neanderthal of a parent has found your button. just remember that it's about the kids and that they are trying their best to please the people they've been raised to trust. hopefully things will work out and your zeal for coaching will return!
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  5. Anonymous says You guys are totally spot on. Andrea, I really do it for the kids. When dealing with them, sometimes it's like walking the 4th circle of Hell, and other times it's like the best vacation ever, but Hey! they're kids. You take the good with the bad and forge on. Scotty, Liquor ain't allowed, thank freakin God. We have some beefy guys to make sure things don't get out of hand. Being a coach who everyone knew gave me a leg up in the fight department. Get this, He was YELLING at me for YELLING in front of his kids, which of course he was doing also. This fella had too much pride. Why do all the great comebacks come to you 2 hours after the fact? I should have said, "If your pinning your hopes on a scholarship, you had better start to trust the coach." van, good to hear from you, been awhile. *Keep up the good work, it does make a huge difference in the kids lives* You got it. I care about every kid I come in contact with. This boy has some skewd messages coming from mom and dad. For most kids, words and a pat on the back are enough, and some you have to go a bit farther with. G and I have a decent report with each other. We joke and get a little hustle going on with the other guys. He is a rocket. Easily the fastest kid on my team. I can't help but think, "What kind of dad wouldn't want his kid to be happy and successful?" That's what G's dad is doing. It breaks my heart.
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  6. Anonymous says Thanks molli, I think I am on the mend. Our director has told me no contact with the parents and they will allow me to keep coaching G. That just means the league members have my back. I think G's happy about that.
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  7. Anonymous says Good song, it's got a beat and you can dance to it! I never got as far as Little League, but I hit a home run in softball once. After that, the guys in P.E. moved further back whenever I stepped up to the plate with bat in hand, I was no athelete, but playing Baseball gave me self-confidence, I wasn't a spazz. Those memories stay with a book worm... like when the kids saw me strike out and get self conscious on my first day playing softball at a new school. Then a few days later playing hardball after school, I knocked a grounder clean past some of those same kids and one guy yelled, "He can hit!" Baseball moments carved in the journal of my soul... Safe!! Then
    Permalink posted 05/13/2008
  8. Anonymous says Are you sure you wrote this in English, Chris? It started like the Bard's language but then it became some sort of dialect which was more Old Norse than Saxon. It was rather intelligible to me but when you started talking about choking up and strike out somehow it ceased to mean anything to this simple mind. Seriously though, I've always admired sport people. The only sport I've ever practised is pint-lifting unless you count running after the bus as a sport too ;)
    Permalink posted 05/14/2008
  9. Lizziegreeneyes says ??Seriously though, I've always admired sport people. The only sport I've ever practised is pint-lifting unless you count running after the bus as a sport too ;)?? *Michael* Ahhhh pint-lifting... I believe I tried to beat you at your game with use of a wine glass & lost horribly... or did I win - should we call that Irish lad my trophy ;)
    Permalink posted 05/14/2008
  10. vannatta says ...thx I am - I've been out of the loop - crazy busy with work - and just logging on and commenting when and where I can (usually when choking down lunch or something) - hope to be posting again soon...
    Permalink posted 05/14/2008
  11. Wade says i always choked up, course my team-mates would be yellin at me to "lean into one" and "take one for the team".
    Permalink posted 05/15/2008
  12. uncle creepy says (continued from 5/13/2008) Then... there was the time 5 guys tried to pull me down in a rush because I threw the bat at one of them, almost hitting the catcher's dog. I stood my ground against them all. Anyway no one was hurt. That's the intense thrill of getting so angry playing softball you don't care what happens (except I didn't want to hurt the dog!) (I was only 13)
    Permalink posted 06/05/2008

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