The good guys went down in flames again Thursday afternoon, 21-8. It’s getting ugly and the frustration is begining to show.
You know, youth baseball at its finest.
The best observation of the day came from two high school kids I had the pleasure of sharing the press box with. The official scorekeeper/scoreboard operator and his buddy, the PA announcer, were chatting about a lot of things. Between the topics of summer jobs (not enough time off) and girlfriends (they’re too clingy), came this gem:
“We never played tournaments in T-ball.”
“Yea, it’s crazy.”
“They shouldn’t put that much pressure on these kids.”
I have to remember that. My faith in the youth of America has been renewed.