Isn't that the truth. I couldn't find a team for my son at the age of 11. His younger brother was on a select team, and Bum, Jr., in the stands, asked me almost pleadingly "I want to find a team, too, dad." It was haunting. And a huge wake up call.
The boy had a passion and desire to play the game. I really believed at the time like he had no chance. I had given up. But not him.
From that point on, however, I dedicated myself to help him become the best player he could be. The boy worked his tail off and without complaint. He went from not finding a team to being honored as the best player in the state within a few short years. Point is, all of this happened well after the ripe old age of six.