I know. We are all in NFL playoff mode and here goes SurferWife bringing up baseball. I'm kinda over the NFL at this point as none of my teams are left and I am ONLY rooting for the Niners now because Hutch loves them. And they're from California.
So, I am moving onward and upward and annoyingward.
Let's talk Daddy Ball -- I mean Little League for a hot second.
The Ace had tryouts for Little League this past weekend. What this means is, the coaches all get together and watch these little boys show off their skills and then decide who they want to draft.
At the point where my son's baseball career is now, coaches know who most of the boys are already because they've been playing a few years. The coaches come into this knowing, for the most part, who they want to draft. And from what I hear, these drafts get ugly because coaches 'claim' players for their own teams. It becomes more about fulfilling some jacked up dream the coach has of winning the whole season. I'd guess these same coaches never actually played on a winning team as a kid.
Again. Fine. WTF do I care? I'm not there.
Teams are established and the season starts. This will be roughly my seventh season of The Ace playing baseball in various leagues (he's nearly 10) and I'd like to share with you how I see baseball seasons go down...
Season starts: Coach and his assistant are super nice. Really happy, motivating and optimistic with the little guys they chose to coach. We all basically make out with one another and it's just one big circle jerk.
Mid-Season Approaches: Players really define who they are. Remember, the teams are drafted so this means there is quite a variety of talent on the team. Some are the natural stars of the team, some work their butts off and show improvement all the time, some are there simply because they love to play and some are there because daddy simply wants them to love to play. (<---Disaster)
Mid-Season: Some coaches start to get antsy when they sense their team isn't headed towards the World Series of Little League. Suddenly, little Barry who would rather pick grass than catch a fly ball to right field is getting pulled and little Woodrow who has played the whole game and is taking a 3 minute break is replacing him in an effort for the coach to get his win. (Excuse the run-on sentence, I'm angry, ok?)
Nearing Season End: This is when games actually matter and can lead to your division championship. There is no more circle jerking happening amongst your team. There are hurt feelings, screaming red faced coaches, temper tantrums (from adults), and a lot of, "I have been telling you all season that you need to SWING THE BAT, Gunnar!" You see boys on the bench looking like they're about to poop their pants from stress and piles of shit below coach's feet because he can't hold his sphincter the way a 10 year old can.
Playoffs: Parents making mental notes of coaches they DON'T want for their son next year, coaches yelling at other coaches, parents yelling at coaches, parents yelling at umps, coaches yelling at umps and poor little Jerome frantically eating the sunflower seeds he spilled all over the dirty dugout when coach screamed at him.
It's going to be really fun, folks. Basically, the season ends up more about the coaches and parents than the boys. I can't wait to see which coach (that I don't like) drafts The Ace.