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On Sunday, I conducted my new grandson's first pitching workout. He was (on Sunday)...5 days old. Step-1 was to tie his right hand behind his back and get the baseball into his left hand.

I worked him on a couple of things...arm extension (I grade him an A+ at this point) and we worked on proper grips on the baseball. Genetically...his 'out pitch' should be a changeup...so a changeup grip we worked on!

Please provide your feedback...positive responses only! Wink



He is a stud. I am already thinking about his future HS program...my favorite HS coach may stick it out another 18 years just for 'the boy'...and I'm gonna contact a solid 1U travel/elite program soon. Investigating showcase possibilities...if there are none (yet) for his age, I believe I will start one for 1U (or will it be 2U by then?).

Looking for advice on other workout trends for 1U players.

....And looking for advice on not being a smart a$$. Big Grin

Ok, just havin' some fun. As a first-time 'grandpa' (my daughter won't let me forget it! Smile)...I am realizing what many of you have already been enjoying for years ahead of me!

I LOVE IT!
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Congratulations, Grampa! That is AWESOME.

Kind of reminds me of when my boy was a baby - some kids just always want a ball, and I'd guess that most of our kids showed a particular desire for a baseball (one of my favorite memories was when my son, at 2 years, 4 months, on Christmas Eve, at night in the snow, suggested to me that it was a good time to go outside and hit wiffle balls - his favorite thing until the powers that be would allow him to play "real" baseball).

Sadly, my Dad passed away when my son was five. My Dad knew how much my son loved baseball (and loved that about him), but never got to see him play in Little League or beyond.

Grampas are really important in a young boy's life. Here's to you getting about FIFTY more years with your new grandson! And good luck with that lefty thing! I managed to get halfway on that - my kids bats left, throws right. He threw with both until about four, but I couldn't quite make it....
Thanks Edgar...and all of you! Its a great feeling.

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Sadly, my Dad passed away when my son was five. My Dad knew how much my son loved baseball (and loved that about him), but never got to see him play in Little League or beyond.


I lost my dad when my first son (the father of my new grandson) was almost 2. Like you I am sure, I like to think my dad has been right next to us all...wide-eyed smile...watching his grandchildren grow up. Just wish I could see that smile on his face. Wink
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Originally posted by justbaseball:

I lost my dad when my first son (the father of my new grandson) was almost 2. Like you I am sure, I like to think my dad has been right next to us all...wide-eyed smile...watching his grandchildren grow up. Just wish I could see that smile on his face. Wink


Amen to that. There are MANY things I miss about my Dad and think about every day (even almost 11 years later), but the thought of (wish for?) watching him blissfully watch his grandchildren (for whom he so patiently waited) grow up is the most bittersweet.

But enough of that. Many congrats again, to you, and many wishes for you to have ALL those experiences our Dads didn't get for MANY, MANY years to come.
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Originally posted by justbaseball:
Thanks Edgar...and all of you! Its a great feeling.

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Sadly, my Dad passed away when my son was five. My Dad knew how much my son loved baseball (and loved that about him), but never got to see him play in Little League or beyond.


I lost my dad when my first son (the father of my new grandson) was almost 2. Like you I am sure, I like to think my dad has been right next to us all...wide-eyed smile...watching his grandchildren grow up. Just wish I could see that smile on his face. Wink
When my son was born the first person I called was my dad. I was so excited it was a boy (the oldest is a girl) I forgot he had died three years before. The phone rang three times before I remembered.
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Another comment about grandfathers/fathers.

I always thought my Dad was the most honest, high integrity person in the world. He was, indeed, my role model and remains so today.

He was also a happy man.

But I never...EVER...saw him as happy and overjoyed as the times he spent with our son...his grandson. To this day everyone in our family remembers the happiness he enjoyed in that role.

Today...I understand it completely (that feeling of sheer joy). And it gives me tremendous satisfaction that I helped bring that to him over that year-and-a-half.
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I never had many opportunities to be around any of my grandparents. After marrying play baseball I then had the pleasure of watching her father interact with his older daughter's children, his grandchildren. He was a joy to watch.

When play baseball delivered our first born I obviously had known for months, God willing, that I would become a dad. So my very first thought, after laying eyes on our son, was not "Gee I'm a dad!", but rather "Gee I have a chance to be a granddad!".

I miss my father-in-law and I will always remember how he so cherished his grandchildren. God willing I will be able to cherish grandchildren as well.

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Speaking of grandkids: I have one on the way any day now!!! so congrats JustBaseball and I'll join you soon with all the goofy comments!


Whatever you're feeling right now...I can pretty much guarantee it will be that times 100 or so when your new grandchild is in your arms.

Congrats! Wink
My father, now 80 still soft tosses to my son. Every night after practice my son calls his grampa on the way home and they meet at home and work in the cage together. I worry the screen isn't enough but there's no stopping them.
My son is the luckiest kid I know and my father insists the lucky one is him. They are both wrong cause it's me for sure.
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Sadly, my Dad passed away when my son was five. My Dad knew how much my son loved baseball (and loved that about him), but never got to see him play in Little League or beyond.


My grampas lived too far away to see me play much baseball. But I had a "fourth grampa" who saw me play a lot of games especially in junior high and high school. When I was growing up, he'd play catch with me and do some hitting with me.

Unfortunately he didn't get to experience it with his own grandson very long. He passed away in 2007 (my senior year of high school) and his grandson was in like the 4th grade.

My "fourth grampa" was my high school coach's father...

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