With spring comes glorious baseball, or in the case of kindergarteners, t-ball. Last year N played ball and loved it, and of course, as the weather warmed, his heart turned to returning to the diamond. We had a potential dilemma in that he's still in kindergarten, last year he was one of the youngest players on the team, even though he displayed a certain level of skill and athletic prowess (this, mind you, is a completely objective opinion by a neurotic dad). With baseball, you either have it, or you don't. While I think these kids are still way too young to playing baseball, they love it, and are having fun.
Either way, this season, because he's so young, N would play another season with the kindergarteners, making him the elder statesman, or in sporting parlance, the veteran. My initial reaction was that he was good enough to play with the bigger kids (ah, the frailty of the male ego), some of whom could barely throw a ball, much less hit one. But in retrospect, he might benefit from another year in the minor leagues, because he'll be the big man on campus, but also because the upper leagues are a combination of 1st and 2nd graders, and that may be a bit much at this point. He just wants to have fun, though he's got what it takes.
So we'll see.
And, of course, I'm being asked to coach again, as if I needed more things on my plate . No other parents have come forward except for one, a mother, which I think is a good thing. Not too much testosterone at the helm of this ship, which should make the experience more fun and enjoyable for the kids.
We'll see how this goes. How do I get myself into these things? Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Nathaniel :: Tutvid.com and Olgica Krasic for the pic