So I was reading the latest in the "so what would you do" thread and thinking about some of the issues and implications, particularly how we as parents get so wrapped up in our children's careers and wanting them to have success that it seems to tweak the natural order of the universe sometimes and we forget that baseball, though it teaches us many life lessons, even at the highest levels is a kid's game we love to watch and play for the pure joy of it.
In the next room my wife was digging through some papers and she brought me a poem that my 2017 had written in class during the 5th grade, back when I was his Little League coach and before I had turned him over to guys more knowledgeable and qualified than me. Here it is:
MY TEACHER
If baseball was my teacher
It would say:
Keep your eye on the ball
Don't drift - run like crazy!
Get your glove down
Coach like an Oreo
Head in the game!
If baseball was my teacher,
Its morals would be:
Stay focused - don't pick daisies
To play the game you have to love the game.
But most importantly,
Baseball would say:
Patience my friend, your time will come.
(typos edited)
Puts some of it in perspective, and makes me think I wasn't too a bad coach! Extra points for you if you get the Oreo reference.