Bernie Brewer
Grouchy Old Fart
My youngest son (he's ten) pretty much eats, sleeps and breathes baseball. Go figure- he is my kid, after all.......
Anyway, he has been attending a biweekly skills camp since January, if for no other reason than to get his fix until Little League starts. The school district that my kids attend is a small rural district-putting two towns together they're lucky if they can field four little league teams in his age group.
So tonight I get a call from the guy running the camp. He's putting together a team to compete in a nearby bigger town's little league, and he wants my kid to play. He says he's got him penciled in at shortstop and pitcher. Anyway I thought that was pretty neat-o and had to brag on him just a bit. I know he'd only ten and it's just Little League, but I just love watching the kid play, because he's better than I ever was, and he just loves it, and every parent loves watching their kids do what lights them up.
Anyway, he has been attending a biweekly skills camp since January, if for no other reason than to get his fix until Little League starts. The school district that my kids attend is a small rural district-putting two towns together they're lucky if they can field four little league teams in his age group.
So tonight I get a call from the guy running the camp. He's putting together a team to compete in a nearby bigger town's little league, and he wants my kid to play. He says he's got him penciled in at shortstop and pitcher. Anyway I thought that was pretty neat-o and had to brag on him just a bit. I know he'd only ten and it's just Little League, but I just love watching the kid play, because he's better than I ever was, and he just loves it, and every parent loves watching their kids do what lights them up.