I’m sorry, but I’m whipped. No blogging today. This little league baseball coaching is going to kill me . . . soon, if I’m lucky. Otherwise, I have two more months left. Did I find The Bad News Bears funny? I think I did, but it seems like a work of tragedy now. Poor Walter Matthau. He’s in a better place.
And please: excuse the mini-rant. My team is pretty good, my players are nice kids, and the parents have been good. It just ain’t me and, like a fish out of water fighting for its life, all the gasping and struggling leaves me exhausted at the end of the day.
You got to know when to hold ’em,
know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away,
know when to run
How are your son and wife reacting to your coaching?
I will keep on praying for you…and them
God bless
The son is doing well, looked real good last week. Wife is fine with it. She just doesn’t want me ignoring the other six b/c I’m spending all my spare time on little league.