Root, Root, Root for the …Yankees?
At least on the tee-ball field.
I’m officially a baseball coach. Tee-ball to be exact.
I helped out with my son’s tee-ball squad last year on an unofficial basis. I wasn’t involved in practices and generally tried to keep the bench from degenerating into a scene from Porky’s during games. It was fun to see my little guy having fun and making friends with his teammates, but mostly I was glad I wasn’t the coach.
When January rolled around my son and I headed up to the local township building to register for another season of. On our way into the building we had this exchange:
Dad: Are you excited for tee-ball?
Greyson: I’m excited that you’ll be on the field with me.
Dad: What do you mean?
Greyson: You’re gonna be my coach.