While the question "how in the world have I finally gotten to the point where I'm a parent of a Little Leaguer" seems to be the one I should be asking, the question that is prevailing in my conscience moreso is, "How am I going to be able to reel in my overly competitive emotions as a little league parent?"
I grew up playing ball. I remember when I was 6, my tee-ball team, the Braves, won the league championship, and after the game, we all got trophies and snow cones. It was a magical time. Baseball is to me, the most wonderful sport there is. (Although I used to think tennis was. But then I played for 37 straight hours and ruined that notion.)
Now, I have a 3 year old boy who has his first tee ball game on Thursday night! I want the sport to be as special for him as it's been, and still is, for me.
While I agree with the school of thought, that having fun is the most important thing to remember when playing sports, I also know that winning is far more fun than losing.
I am terrified by the prospect of being one of those overbearing vocal Dads that wants his kid to win so badly, that he secretly starts rooting against the opposing kids.
I must be poised and gracious. I must be!
This afternoon, I finally received some much needed perspective.
The e mail from the coach, letting the parents know that the first game is Thursday helped me size things up, and temper my expectations. There are no practices. Everyone plays. As a matter of fact, there's only 7 kids on the team! No need for a catcher or pitcher in tee ball I guess.
He said everyone gets to hit each inning. If by some chance a team gets three outs, they just clear the bases and keep going. Oh, and there will be one game on the infield and one in the outfield.
Not exactly the brand of baseball I need to get worked up over.
But still, I hope he knocks the ball out of the park!
perkout