If you would have written them all down thru the years you'd probably have a page or two. Here's one I heard from 9-10 yr olds the other day:
"Hey coach, who are we versing tonight?"
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Try this one on for size: The ball went between the SS legs for a big E and stoped 5 feet from the kid playing LF. The coach yelled for the LF to get the ball and throw it in to 2B. The LF told the coach that the SS missed the ball and for the SS to get the ball and throw it to 2B.
Similar one, from oh so long ago, T-ball days.
Ball goes to the outfield, close to Mary Alice. Coach yells: "Mary Alice, get the ball!"
Mary Alice says: "Oh, Jeff will get it!"
Ball goes to the outfield, close to Mary Alice. Coach yells: "Mary Alice, get the ball!"
Mary Alice says: "Oh, Jeff will get it!"
I was trying to get some 11 year old boys focused on the importance of Nationals during the trip from Texas to Colorado. I told them how big the event is and made the mistake of saying "heck ESPN may even be there to cover a game".
My son says "oh no, I hope I don't make the NOT top 10".
My son says "oh no, I hope I don't make the NOT top 10".
After having to deal with some of the parents for 9 years in our league, I decided to coach the T-ball team to remember when it was fun. We, the coaches, would pitch 4 pitches to the players and if they didn't get a hit, we would put the tee up for them. I was waiting in the circle for the next hitter and saw him talking on a cell phone, yea, 5 years old on a cell phone, I yelled to him that he was up and tell his girlfriend he would call her back. Well he went up to the batters box and starts saying "coach, coach" and waving his hand to come to him. I ran up to him thinking something was wrong, and he says "that wasn't my girlfriend on the phone, it was my mom". I was laughing so hard walking back to the circle I had tears in my eyes.
Memories from my daughter's one and only T-ball season:
* The coach would yell at all the players, "Ready ball!" Our daughter would look ready all right, in a crouched position with hands on her thighs, but when the ball would come near her, she would simply look to her left or right and watch it roll by.
* Before her first ever at bat, the team mom handed her a batting helmet that was being used by the entire team. She grasped it in her hands and then, with a horrified look on her face exclaimed, "I can't wear this! This is sweaty!"
* The coach would yell at all the players, "Ready ball!" Our daughter would look ready all right, in a crouched position with hands on her thighs, but when the ball would come near her, she would simply look to her left or right and watch it roll by.
* Before her first ever at bat, the team mom handed her a batting helmet that was being used by the entire team. She grasped it in her hands and then, with a horrified look on her face exclaimed, "I can't wear this! This is sweaty!"
The funniest thing I ever heard at a game was from another mom:
"How could that be a strike? He didn't even swing!"
"How could that be a strike? He didn't even swing!"
My daughter in tball, first inning.
Me,"Come on in the inning is over". Her, "Not yet Dad, I'm not finished yet."
She stayed out an extra inning in the field. We had a bumper clover crop that year and she was making a necklace for me. I proudly wore it the rest of the game.
Me,"Come on in the inning is over". Her, "Not yet Dad, I'm not finished yet."
She stayed out an extra inning in the field. We had a bumper clover crop that year and she was making a necklace for me. I proudly wore it the rest of the game.
Coaching 12U softball, from the coach's box I noticed one of my players on her cell phone. I yelled across the field, "You better be ordering pizza for the park or you're in trouble." We had a no cell phones during the game rule.
Without panicking the girl casually yelled out, "Pepperoni or mushrooms?" I went from a scowl to busting out laughing. Afterwards I explained to the team if you're going to break the rules you better be real funny.
Without panicking the girl casually yelled out, "Pepperoni or mushrooms?" I went from a scowl to busting out laughing. Afterwards I explained to the team if you're going to break the rules you better be real funny.
When young Jr was 8 he was sitting at league registrations with myself and the other gentleman who ran our small town league. He was our HS basketball coach and I his assistant, so he was very familiar w my little guy as he attended all basketball practices all season.
This was a very small town so we had 5yr to 8 yrs for coach pitch/T-ball and 9 to 12 for baseball.
After about two hours of parents signing up their kids and all the chit chat that goes with it Jr decides to speak up at the end of the night. He was 8 so he was going to play his last year in the younger league.
He said to both of us as a matter of factly "I have been watching these sign ups all night; and I have decided if I have to play T-ball this year I think I'll just play S O C C E R!"
After laughing ourselves out of our chairs, that was enough to convince both Coach & I that we would let him move up. After all that would have been catastrophic!
This was a very small town so we had 5yr to 8 yrs for coach pitch/T-ball and 9 to 12 for baseball.
After about two hours of parents signing up their kids and all the chit chat that goes with it Jr decides to speak up at the end of the night. He was 8 so he was going to play his last year in the younger league.
He said to both of us as a matter of factly "I have been watching these sign ups all night; and I have decided if I have to play T-ball this year I think I'll just play S O C C E R!"
After laughing ourselves out of our chairs, that was enough to convince both Coach & I that we would let him move up. After all that would have been catastrophic!
There was a kid I was fortunate to have three or four times between baseball and basketball. He knew exactly where he stood on the talent totem pole. Every season when he finally got a hit or a basket he would raise a fist and proclaim, "The legend continues!"
This topic brings back some great memories.
This would be when I coached our oldest son when he was 8-9 yrs old.
Right before the "BIG" game, the other coaches and I were going over the importance of this game and how we needed to win this game to advance in the playoffs (you know this is when we as coaches are standing there with all the boys kneeling around you and not one of them is really paying attention) when we were just about done one of the kids raises his hand with a great question, "when are we going to have the end of the season pool party?".
Those were the days.
This would be when I coached our oldest son when he was 8-9 yrs old.
Right before the "BIG" game, the other coaches and I were going over the importance of this game and how we needed to win this game to advance in the playoffs (you know this is when we as coaches are standing there with all the boys kneeling around you and not one of them is really paying attention) when we were just about done one of the kids raises his hand with a great question, "when are we going to have the end of the season pool party?".
Those were the days.
Funny and special memories! Daughter was playing tee-ball (a one-season wonder) and coach instructed her to "hit the ball hard and then run like a bunny to first base". So she did - smacked the ball off the tee and hopped all the way to first. Just like a rabbit. The first baseman had the ball long before she got there, but he was too stunned to even try to make a play. She was safe.
quote:Originally posted by mythreesons:
Funny and special memories! Daughter was playing tee-ball (a one-season wonder) and coach instructed her to "hit the ball hard and then run like a bunny to first base". So she did - smacked the ball off the tee and hopped all the way to first. Just like a rabbit. The first baseman had the ball long before she got there, but he was too stunned to even try to make a play. She was safe.
You win! That is priceless.
We didn't make her play after that first year - she hated it. The only one of our five who did not play baseball/softball. She did not like grass, dirt or sweatiness (still doesn't) and she slowed the game waaaay down when coach had to help her make sure her ponytail was sticking out through the back of her hat just right - before innings, after innings, during innings, etc. She was adorable, but obsessed!
Not sure how she got into our family, but we decided to keep her anyway!
Not sure how she got into our family, but we decided to keep her anyway!
Here's another one - #3 was a big kid at 8 and 9 and a hard thrower. (Like many of those kids who get a fast start, he's now pretty average sized - still throws hard, though... he'd want me to say that!)
He was pitching one game and the poor catcher missed every single pitch and every single one hit the umpire. It was like target practice. Ump finally says to the catcher "do you think you could catch a few of those?" Catcher replies "Nope, and I'm trying my hardest! And you want to know the worst part - I'm the best catcher on our team!"
He was pitching one game and the poor catcher missed every single pitch and every single one hit the umpire. It was like target practice. Ump finally says to the catcher "do you think you could catch a few of those?" Catcher replies "Nope, and I'm trying my hardest! And you want to know the worst part - I'm the best catcher on our team!"
This is not as funny as it is sad.
I was helping to coach some inner city youths around the age of 9-10. One very talkative guy was so proud to be wearing his first ever baseball uniform. As he sat in the dugout surveying the field before the start of the game, he noticed that there was an umpire near the first base line and an umpire over between third and short. He looked at me and pointed at the umpire nearest our dug out and said:"He must be our umpire and that one over there must be theirs." I realized then that we had our work cut out for us!
I was helping to coach some inner city youths around the age of 9-10. One very talkative guy was so proud to be wearing his first ever baseball uniform. As he sat in the dugout surveying the field before the start of the game, he noticed that there was an umpire near the first base line and an umpire over between third and short. He looked at me and pointed at the umpire nearest our dug out and said:"He must be our umpire and that one over there must be theirs." I realized then that we had our work cut out for us!
I've got a few from my son's only (thank God) t-ball season....
During warm up before a game, I noticed my son was having trouble making the throw to his partner - something he usually did well.
I asked him what was wrong he told me with a straight face, "I don't know, I think the ball is broken".
Even at 6 my son was a tough little guy. He was playing SS and took a bad bounce (**** "safety balls") right in the nose. Blood was pouring down, and he just wiped it on his shirt and got ready for the next play. The head coach jogged out to bring him in to get some ice, and I could see a heated discussion start to take place. Figuring it was time for Dad to go get him, I got about 2 steps out of the dugout before I hear my kid yell at the HC at the top of his voice, "Why do I have to come out? I'm not a PANSY like YOUR son!"
My favorite actually came from the 4 year old (yes - 4) playing right field one game. A grounder gets through the infield, and goes maybe 15 feet into the grass. The 4yo runs over and picks the ball up quickly. By this time both the second baseman (well, second basegirl actually) and the first baseman have turned around and are shouting at him to throw the ball in. His little 4yo mind couldn't quite remember who to throw the ball to, so he settled it the way any 4yo does - eeney meeny miney moe. With the full finger pointing and everything. The parents in the stands were screaming, the runners were circling the bases, and I was down on one knee because I couldn't breathe due to laughing so hard.
During warm up before a game, I noticed my son was having trouble making the throw to his partner - something he usually did well.
I asked him what was wrong he told me with a straight face, "I don't know, I think the ball is broken".
Even at 6 my son was a tough little guy. He was playing SS and took a bad bounce (**** "safety balls") right in the nose. Blood was pouring down, and he just wiped it on his shirt and got ready for the next play. The head coach jogged out to bring him in to get some ice, and I could see a heated discussion start to take place. Figuring it was time for Dad to go get him, I got about 2 steps out of the dugout before I hear my kid yell at the HC at the top of his voice, "Why do I have to come out? I'm not a PANSY like YOUR son!"
My favorite actually came from the 4 year old (yes - 4) playing right field one game. A grounder gets through the infield, and goes maybe 15 feet into the grass. The 4yo runs over and picks the ball up quickly. By this time both the second baseman (well, second basegirl actually) and the first baseman have turned around and are shouting at him to throw the ball in. His little 4yo mind couldn't quite remember who to throw the ball to, so he settled it the way any 4yo does - eeney meeny miney moe. With the full finger pointing and everything. The parents in the stands were screaming, the runners were circling the bases, and I was down on one knee because I couldn't breathe due to laughing so hard.
Me after warmups with ten minutes till gametime: "anyone have to go pee do it now!"
1/3 of an inning later notice right fielder squirming around, call time, go ask him what's up?
"Coach I gotta go number two!"
1/3 of an inning later notice right fielder squirming around, call time, go ask him what's up?
"Coach I gotta go number two!"
After getting run-ruled: " Did we win?"
quote:Originally posted by trojan-skipper:
"Hey coach, who are we versing tonight?"
Where did the word "versing" come from? I never heard of it until my boys started playing ball.
quote:Originally posted by Rob T:
I'm not a PANSY like YOUR son!"
Sounds like something your son heard at home?!? I've had that happen to me as well. Gotta be careful!
quote:Originally posted by cball:
Me after warmups with ten minutes till gametime: "anyone have to go pee do it now!"
1/3 of an inning later notice right fielder squirming around, call time, go ask him what's up?
"Coach I gotta go number two!"
Again from the "this is more sad than funny" I watched a 9 or 10 year old Right Fielder squirming in the field one day. He was desperately trying to get his coach's attention. Turns out he had to go to the bathroom but didn't want to just run off the field so he ended up having an accident right there in the field.
I'm voting for vacating your position when that happens!
Versing comes from video games. It is always "Someone" vs. "something. Check out the games. They all use it.
quote:Originally posted by biggerpapi:quote:Originally posted by Rob T:
I'm not a PANSY like YOUR son!"
Sounds like something your son heard at home?!? I've had that happen to me as well. Gotta be careful!
Yea, the wife blamed me for it... I told her it was SpongeBob but she wasn't buying it.
Daughter played softball for one season. She had been to All - and then some - of her older brother's baseball games. Her position is behind the pitcher, among the five or six infielders. She is cheering the pitcher on "throw strikes, atta girl, nice spot, etc" when one of the other infielders says to her "you sound like a boy!"
Daughter replies - "I've been to a million baseball games. I may not know how to catch, but I know what to say!"
Daughter replies - "I've been to a million baseball games. I may not know how to catch, but I know what to say!"
Hello everyone. Long time lurker and this topic prompted me to post. Not exactly a little guy but something I will remember forever. We were playing a DI college game against an in state team. Our first base coach is picking up all of the signs from the catcher and we were teeing off. Finally, the opposing coach calls time out and calls the catcher to the mound to inform him. Before the next pitch is thrown the cather crosses his glove across his body to his right side to hide the signs from the first base coach. Every player on our bench busted out laughing as we could ALL see the signs. The coach yells at him and his response was "What? He can't see the signs now".
We were at my son's end of the season party for his pee-wee team. Knowing that he and my daughter would be asking for money for video games, I had grabbed a bunch of quarters from the ol' change jar. When the rest of the team saw me with quarters, they all came around with their hand out. One of the younger & smaller kids said "Coach Dan, I need some quarters to play games". I told him that he should go ask his Dad. He said "You can give them to me, he won't mind". How could I resist that?
another one...
I was playing ball with my little cousin. He must have been about 5 or 6, and I was probably about 12. I was pitching to him, and the only bat that we had was way too big for him. I told him him to choke up on the bat. He stood there and looked at me funny, and then proceeded to hold the bat close to his mouth and made gagging noises.
I was playing ball with my little cousin. He must have been about 5 or 6, and I was probably about 12. I was pitching to him, and the only bat that we had was way too big for him. I told him him to choke up on the bat. He stood there and looked at me funny, and then proceeded to hold the bat close to his mouth and made gagging noises.
One of my best was coaching Little League, we're on offense and bottom of our order. The kid that's up has struggled all season with the bat so I'd been practicing bunting with him to help him find a way to get on base and feel involved in the offense. I've told him in the dugout ahead of time to be looking for a bunt sign. I've taught all the kids the concept of 'on' and 'off' signs and why they're used to prevent anyone from picking up our signs. I give the kid the bunt sign with the usual mix of non-signs. He takes. I give him the bunt sign again. He takes again. I call timeout to talk to him. I ask him if he saw the bunt sign. He says "yeah coach I saw it, but I didn't know what all those other signs meant!"
Not baseball related but funny anyway.
My older brother at the time 2 to 3 years old.
Ran out of the house in cold weather without his shoes or socks on.
My mom, bless her heart.
Yelled out at my brother, Donnie you get in here with your
(Bear Feet).
Donnie, looked down at his feet and said.
( Thems not Bear Feet, Thems Mine. )
EH
My older brother at the time 2 to 3 years old.
Ran out of the house in cold weather without his shoes or socks on.
My mom, bless her heart.
Yelled out at my brother, Donnie you get in here with your
(Bear Feet).
Donnie, looked down at his feet and said.
( Thems not Bear Feet, Thems Mine. )
EH
Just finished second season of baseball with my son. Some background played in high school and college and then I have umpired for many years since. When dealing with HS College and pro players different mind set of baseball than the little guys.
So most of the parents and players know my background about the third game of the season one of my players looks at me and says "I want to be a vampire" I thought about this for a few seconds then said in baseball its an umpire, "yeah thats the word". I still laugh when I think about this I just hope I dont suck the life out of the game.
Last year had a girl give a bunch of clover flowers and tell me thank you at the end of the year. And the last was Matt, no dad in his life, Grandpa had a bad arm he improved from not knowing how to throw to making a strong throw from second to first to get an out. We are standing in the outfield at the end of the season and I get "I love you coach"
Maybe I am not the baseball hard a$$ I thought I was, but the game through their eyes showed me where it was fun again
So most of the parents and players know my background about the third game of the season one of my players looks at me and says "I want to be a vampire" I thought about this for a few seconds then said in baseball its an umpire, "yeah thats the word". I still laugh when I think about this I just hope I dont suck the life out of the game.
Last year had a girl give a bunch of clover flowers and tell me thank you at the end of the year. And the last was Matt, no dad in his life, Grandpa had a bad arm he improved from not knowing how to throw to making a strong throw from second to first to get an out. We are standing in the outfield at the end of the season and I get "I love you coach"
Maybe I am not the baseball hard a$$ I thought I was, but the game through their eyes showed me where it was fun again
These messages are sooooo good. Brings back great memories! T-ball had to be the funnest season ever from my coaching perspective!!!
It has been a few years but the one I remember most was when a kid came up to the plate during practice to hit. Walking VERY SLOWLY finally making it to the plate and standing next to me the kid says (with a very slow southern draw) "coach, I don't mind hitting so much, but do I have to swing"?
After I got him to swing at the ball and finish batting I saw him doing cartwheels in the dougout. So he had energy to do what he wanted to do!
It has been a few years but the one I remember most was when a kid came up to the plate during practice to hit. Walking VERY SLOWLY finally making it to the plate and standing next to me the kid says (with a very slow southern draw) "coach, I don't mind hitting so much, but do I have to swing"?
After I got him to swing at the ball and finish batting I saw him doing cartwheels in the dougout. So he had energy to do what he wanted to do!
I have to add to these classic stories. I have been a high school coach for 27 years, but I started in t-ball when my father instructed me that I would coach my younger brother's team, because no one had volunteered. It was doable because they practiced one evening a week and played on Saturday mornings. As a high school junior that was playing on our high school team, I was OK because we did not play on Saturdays and I could make the evening practice because we had a lighted park in town.
Well, I took the job. (Did I have a choice?) First day of practice. I have my clipboard, my coaching attire, the whole deal. I even had an assistant. (One of the older brothers...the guy is now the offensive coordinator of the Seattle Seahawks..Gregg Knapp.) Well, we decided to see how fast the kids were. I told them they were going to run from home to second base, and I would time them. So the first kid gets up, swings his bat, I start the watch, and he takes off for second base...right across the mound and slides into second base. (Lesson #1 for the future teacher and coach...give very specific instructions and demonstrate what you want.)
Next, after one year, I take over a regular team, as my brother is now 8 and can play a little. I take over the Stingrays and they have a lot of older kids on the team. So I look for 8 year olds, like my brother, since I am going to be in this for 3 years. Building for the future, right? Well, we get to the draft, which is at some dads house, and I am the 17 year old elephant in the room and way out of my league. The draft starts and when I get to my pick, I choose this little left handed kid that was pretty athletic. All the other dads ridicule me because, "don't you know who his dad is?" Well, I had no idea...I was in so far over my head with these dads it was silly. "Jack Snow. You know, the receiver for the Rams." Well, the little boy was JT Snow and it was the beginning of a great friendship with the family. Jack ended up helping me tremendously in my life, as did JT.
In that same draft, in the later rounds, I selected a girl, who had pretty good skills. She was a kick to have on the team. But EVERY day. EVERY day...at some point during a practice or a game, she would start to cry. But she could also hit. So it worked out. Mom was very appreciative.
Finally, after a year of coaching the team, I became very experienced with the workings of the league. There was a supplemental tryout day. If you missed the first tryout, you went to the make up day. Makes sense. Well, I was working as a lunchtime supervisor at the elementary school in town, after my classes at the local JC and before the practice of the JC team that I was playing on. I had a little pocket of time when I could make money, and "yard duty guy" was a perfect fit. Well, I saw who all the athletes were. I watched them play every day at lunch time. So, when it came time for tryouts, I quietly told any real good older kids that happened to be switching leagues to come over and play in our league, that they should come to the supplemental tryout. So they did. During the draft after the first tryout, I (now a wily veteran) decided to "pass" in some of the later rounds. I was told I would have to take my chances at the supplemental tryout if I passed...and no one ever comes to the supplemental tryout. Well, I was able to get all the studs on my team from the supplemental tryout. Our team was really good, AND there was a rule change after that year. It is still called the "yard duty" rule.
Recently, I received a Facebook "friend request" from one of the kids on that original team. The kid is now 44 years old and still remembered our Stingray team
Finally, and this has been touched on in earlier posts...my last year, we lost the big final game. (Umpired absolutely killed us) We are driving over to Tastee Freeze for our free cone, since they were our sponsor. I am driving my dads station wagon with about 10 little kid in it. I am distraught over the loss in the championship. I am mentally going over every play and pitch. Just getting more and more worked up. But in the back of the station wagon the talk was of the ice cream cones we were about to get. It would be our last one, and decisions had to be make...dipped in chocolate or not. Plus the questions that came my way were..."Hey, when are basketball tryouts? and Doesn't s****r start on Monday?"
Well, I took the job. (Did I have a choice?) First day of practice. I have my clipboard, my coaching attire, the whole deal. I even had an assistant. (One of the older brothers...the guy is now the offensive coordinator of the Seattle Seahawks..Gregg Knapp.) Well, we decided to see how fast the kids were. I told them they were going to run from home to second base, and I would time them. So the first kid gets up, swings his bat, I start the watch, and he takes off for second base...right across the mound and slides into second base. (Lesson #1 for the future teacher and coach...give very specific instructions and demonstrate what you want.)
Next, after one year, I take over a regular team, as my brother is now 8 and can play a little. I take over the Stingrays and they have a lot of older kids on the team. So I look for 8 year olds, like my brother, since I am going to be in this for 3 years. Building for the future, right? Well, we get to the draft, which is at some dads house, and I am the 17 year old elephant in the room and way out of my league. The draft starts and when I get to my pick, I choose this little left handed kid that was pretty athletic. All the other dads ridicule me because, "don't you know who his dad is?" Well, I had no idea...I was in so far over my head with these dads it was silly. "Jack Snow. You know, the receiver for the Rams." Well, the little boy was JT Snow and it was the beginning of a great friendship with the family. Jack ended up helping me tremendously in my life, as did JT.
In that same draft, in the later rounds, I selected a girl, who had pretty good skills. She was a kick to have on the team. But EVERY day. EVERY day...at some point during a practice or a game, she would start to cry. But she could also hit. So it worked out. Mom was very appreciative.
Finally, after a year of coaching the team, I became very experienced with the workings of the league. There was a supplemental tryout day. If you missed the first tryout, you went to the make up day. Makes sense. Well, I was working as a lunchtime supervisor at the elementary school in town, after my classes at the local JC and before the practice of the JC team that I was playing on. I had a little pocket of time when I could make money, and "yard duty guy" was a perfect fit. Well, I saw who all the athletes were. I watched them play every day at lunch time. So, when it came time for tryouts, I quietly told any real good older kids that happened to be switching leagues to come over and play in our league, that they should come to the supplemental tryout. So they did. During the draft after the first tryout, I (now a wily veteran) decided to "pass" in some of the later rounds. I was told I would have to take my chances at the supplemental tryout if I passed...and no one ever comes to the supplemental tryout. Well, I was able to get all the studs on my team from the supplemental tryout. Our team was really good, AND there was a rule change after that year. It is still called the "yard duty" rule.
Recently, I received a Facebook "friend request" from one of the kids on that original team. The kid is now 44 years old and still remembered our Stingray team
Finally, and this has been touched on in earlier posts...my last year, we lost the big final game. (Umpired absolutely killed us) We are driving over to Tastee Freeze for our free cone, since they were our sponsor. I am driving my dads station wagon with about 10 little kid in it. I am distraught over the loss in the championship. I am mentally going over every play and pitch. Just getting more and more worked up. But in the back of the station wagon the talk was of the ice cream cones we were about to get. It would be our last one, and decisions had to be make...dipped in chocolate or not. Plus the questions that came my way were..."Hey, when are basketball tryouts? and Doesn't s****r start on Monday?"
It was t-ball. the team had two girls on the team. After the warm-ups I had asked who wants to play catcher. Kid responds " I don't want anything to do with her".
As an umpire in HS, I had to stop a number of games for the pee-pee break. Don't remember any #2 breaks as an umpire, but I do as a coach.
Had a catcher come to the plate to begin game, "Oh no, not you!" he exclaimed.
9/10-year old baseball...coaching...little guy in the OF digging/scratching at the grass all inning. Comes in, I ask, "What ya doin' out there Kevin?" With a straight and sweet little face he looks up at me and says, "Lookin' for bugs."
Older son used to scope out the opposition in coach-pitch..."Dad, we're gonna win today...they have girls on their team!" (Didn't seem to affect the result ever). Years later in HS he came up with and convinced his coach that they needed "dugout girls" to help with scorekeeping (in the dugout) during the game...after a loss or two, parents revolted and got them removed.
Had a catcher come to the plate to begin game, "Oh no, not you!" he exclaimed.
9/10-year old baseball...coaching...little guy in the OF digging/scratching at the grass all inning. Comes in, I ask, "What ya doin' out there Kevin?" With a straight and sweet little face he looks up at me and says, "Lookin' for bugs."
Older son used to scope out the opposition in coach-pitch..."Dad, we're gonna win today...they have girls on their team!" (Didn't seem to affect the result ever). Years later in HS he came up with and convinced his coach that they needed "dugout girls" to help with scorekeeping (in the dugout) during the game...after a loss or two, parents revolted and got them removed.
quote:Originally posted by justbaseball:
As an umpire in HS, I had to stop a number of games for the pee-pee break. Don't remember any #2 breaks as an umpire, but I do as a coach.
Watched a 9 year a 3rd baseball moving nervously, after about a minute he let it go. It all worked out, the day was hot and the inning was incredibly long, he dried out before he got back to the dugout. No worse for wear.
quote:Watched a 9 year a 3rd baseball moving nervously, after about a minute he let it go. It all worked out, the day was hot and the inning was incredibly long, he dried out before he got back to the dugout. No worse for wear.
Yes when you get older? Much older, and unable to control such functions.
They call that Piddling around??
EH
Heard this one from three year old sister of a softball player (the little one imitates the older one constantly and suits up in her own little uni - pink bows in her hair, even has pink cleats
"My soldier hurts and my leg is camping!"
"My soldier hurts and my leg is camping!"