Baseball and Life
I recently got a chance to relive a little of my childhood. One of the constants in my life from the age of 5 to 14 was the Dodgers. I was blessed enough to play on the same little league team for almost all of my childhood. I remember that when Coach Lewis (yes now he is the Honorable Johnny Lewis for my Plano friends) started our team. We were pretty bad, but he was relentless on coaching the fundamentals even if we lost and we did often. Sometime around the 5th or 6th grade it all changed. We went from being a bad team to a very good team, in fact we went to 3 city championships in a row and won two of them. This is year I am helping coach Turner’s team. We are very similar to the early Dodger years (yes its ugly). While I am very competitive I constantly remind myself these boys are 7 years old and are really just happy to be with boys their own age and someone will bring snacks after the game. But we get better a little better every week, and the transformation of some of the boys from game to game is really remarkable.
For what may be the first time it dawned on me why many including me love baseball so much. You put your uniform on, you get dirty, sometimes you get a hit, and sometimes you strikeout. Whatever happens there is always another game to play. Sounds like life….