Last night was crazy! Q had some great hits and helped his team rack up points to hold a small lead in the final inning. All they had to do was stop them from scoring 2 points. But it was so much more than that. It was not a proud moment for little league from my viewpoint. Coaches were calling each other names, the junior ump was struggling so much that board members had to come down to watch, moms were mad about where their kids were playing and Q’s teammates just weren’t feeling it- they were making errors, there were tears and yelling. The park was full of the teams playing next and the other teams who stayed to see what all the noise was about after their games ended. Even though he had some
Of his best hits, he also struck out and missed a fly ball early on… and he’s hard on himself. All of that and then my little man on the mound all by himself with a huge crowd of people yelling.
They won 7-6, but sadly, I felt like the joy and pride they should have felt was swallowed up by the atmosphere. I guess that’s part of sports and there’s probably some good lesson in there somewhere. For now, I’m just going to be proud of how much control and calmness Q had in the moment. His love of baseball as grown so much this year, he understands the game so well and his passion and effort continue to climb.
Keep having fun little buddy! You amaze me constantly!!
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