i had some good days, and some bad days in this area. On the bad side, we did have some bad rides home, mostly because I was trying to "keep it real". I hated it when son and teammates would ride/arrive at the field with the " this team sucks" attitude, and think the game was already won. Sometimes, they would proceed to lay an egg to an inferior team as a result. I wanted to send a very clear message to him that underestimating your opponent, and overestimating yourself is a really bad way to go. Sometimes I think I did good in that respect, but as you all know, kids still think they are bullet proof.
When my son was nine, he did not make an all star team, that he definitely should have made. Now before you scoff, I will tell you that 22 kids tried out for 13 spots. After watching the tryouts, I had my son as the 8th best player, and I am certain that I wasn't wrong by another 5. Anyhow, they released the names at midnight, and my son had to stay up for it. He was crushed! I can tell you with great certainty, that I still carry disdain in my heart for this perceived injustice. (I believe strongly church considerations were at the root of the slight.). So with a sobbing 9 year old on my hands, I needed to put aside my anger and help my son move forward. I told him a few things: work harder than everybody else, play with passion, and that the best player at 9 is not always the best player at 17.
i definitely made mistakes, and I do let my vision be clouded by injustice at times, but I never let my son feel that he has been slighted. Rather, I tell him that he needs to work harder.
I also told told him to hit, and you will play.