Destination 1: Little League Opening Day The sun was shining and one of the dads had brought donuts and a Box O’ Joe. It could not have been better. The grass was just a little wet and the kids were passing the balls around. God, I was so happy to be sitting on those metal … Continue reading Three Destinations and a Journey
Category: Little League
Majors Made
Mini-post. There really isn’t any heavy content to share here. I don’t have a story or any reflections. But as the title suggests: Jack made the majors. The tryouts were a big deal, but the news of making the majors was sort of a fizzle. So that’s the update: Jack made the majors. Other updates: … Continue reading Majors Made
“Do I get a milkshake if I make the majors?”
The off-season has been long and dark and full of snow days. We’ve kept up a constant fight against the dark of winter with snow forts, sledding, snowball fights, ninja battles using ice boulders. But still there’s been something heavy about this winter, like my eyelids won’t open all the way. But cracks are forming … Continue reading “Do I get a milkshake if I make the majors?”
Psycho Coach
Holy crap – you won’t believe this. Sunday Jack had a baseball game and then a soccer game immediately following. We were in a neighboring town and the opposing coach was an asshole. I don’t think that’s subjective. He was yelling at his players, the umpire, Jack’s coach. In the 2nd inning Jack was on … Continue reading Psycho Coach
Milkshake!
This will be quick. I did not go to the game on Sunday. Shani went and I stayed home with Alex. But soon into the game I got a text from Shani: Jack had a hit. His coach, in a moment of bizarre brilliance ordered Jack to get up there and bunt. In come the … Continue reading Milkshake!
Fall Ball and the Quest for a Hit
Fall ball can go two ways. Sometimes fall ball is sitting there at 8:40 on a windy Friday night with a blanket wrapped around you and your wife. The kids walk every batter because their hands are too cold to pitch. It can be pure misery. But fall ball can also be a sunny afternoon … Continue reading Fall Ball and the Quest for a Hit
Fall Ball and Air Fiddling
Fall ball: Hard to believe – but the fall season of baseball has begun. Jack has joined up and this year will be playing with 5th graders (his age) and 6th graders. The quest to get a hit begins again – but this time the competition is tougher. Older, faster pitchers. Jack was assigned a … Continue reading Fall Ball and Air Fiddling
Returning from the Outer Banks (Part 1 of 3)
Once again, sorry for the lack of blog posts. We’ve been on vacation. This year we spent a week in the Outer Banks, a beach area in North Carolina. We rented a house. Please note that this is different from our normal vacation. We usually do road trips, and a week at the beach made … Continue reading Returning from the Outer Banks (Part 1 of 3)
Sad Kid
Jacks started his baseball camp Monday. Alex and I picked him up that evening. “How’d it go?” I asked. “Man, did I stink it up!” he said cheerfully. His friend Danny (who I was bringing home) chimed in. “I stunk it up too!” I didn’t know what to make of it, but after Danny was … Continue reading Sad Kid
Bad Language in the Dugout
Little league playoffs. Double elimination and Jack’s team had already lost once. It was do or die time. Potentially Jack’s last chance to get a hit this season. I’ve kept the score book all season and this time the head coach asked me to sit in the dugout. Alex joined me. Two observations of note: … Continue reading Bad Language in the Dugout
BREAKING NEWS: Jack Nuckols sets record
We interrupt our 4-part Phillies series to bring you an important update. The final game of the little league regular season was yesterday. Let me give you the play-by-play. Jack had still not gotten a hit yet this season. To add to the drama, his grandparents were there to see the game. We were really … Continue reading BREAKING NEWS: Jack Nuckols sets record
No Hitter Through Game 9
This morning’s breakfast conversation: Jack: You know, I’m leading the league in stolen bases. Me: You’re what? Jack: I’m either first or second in stolen bases. Me: How do you know that? Do they track that? Jack: I keep track in my head. That’s what I do on my team. Me: Steal bases? Jack: I … Continue reading No Hitter Through Game 9