There’s nothing like a little league game. Climactic victory, agonizing defeat, and utter chaos all within an hour.
Little hearts are at stake. Physical skills are in development. Parents are helpless. (Though vocal.)
Little brains? Mine. My son’s league needed help. So, loving my son and the game, and with a smidge of apprehension, I enlisted.
My strategy? Simple. Assemble some boys, have fun, and make memories. Little did I know the other coaches had another strategy. Pick “good” players. (Apparently they equated “having fun” with “winning”, an ingredient I forgot.)
We had fun, but we lost. Every. Game. Want to test your positive attitude? Try losing every little league game for 12 weeks in a row. Questions about my qualifications increased in frequency and intensity. “Why keep playing THAT kid?” “Why don’t you play MY kid?” “Nice coach, but dumb as a stump.”
Good intentions are easy. But then we have to do our homework. Eventually we have to DO THE THING. Proverbs says, “Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.”.
So study hard. Practice your craft. Work overtime.
And get a kid who can hit.