“You ready, Barnsley?”
Kyle Barnsley is a freckle-faced kid with a bad attitude who would much rather be playing Minecraft at home than Little League at the park. He glares at me like I asked him to eat dirt.
MinecraftAwesome. We’re off to a fantastic start.
Awesome. It’s our last game of the season, and I’m thankful for that. When I volunteered to coach, I had no idea what a time commitment this would turn out to be.
I turn the baseball in my hand as I get into position to lob it less than ten feet toward Barnsley’s outstretched bat. In moments like these, I have to remind myself that some people aren’t cut out for team sports. But then I remember that these people are five- and six-year-old children. They aren’t cut out for much at all yet.
people “Lift your elbows, kid.”
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