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“Baseball is a kid’s game...grown-ups only screw it up” (Bob Lemon)
“Baseball should be the only thing on an 8-year-old boy’s mind” (Author Unknown)
Some time ago, I wrote a post about kids singing the pregame national anthem. Though largely meant to be tongue-in-cheek, I came off looking like a bit of a grump. This was especially noticed by my two-years-younger sister, a lifetime elementary music educator. Yikes. Let’s just say I was taken to task a bit.
I will admit that my strong suit in life is certainly not interacting with young children. This tends to be me in those scenarios...
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In my defense, however, I’m not completely heartless around youths, especially when it comes to baseball. After all, how many times do you hear it described as a “kid’s game”?!
Here are a few moments that (hopefully) somewhat exonerate me by showing my baseball-themed childhood...
For a number of years, I even tag-team coached one of my brother’s Little League teams with my Dad...
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So you see, despite being rather churlish or out-of-my-element around youngsters, I may not be a total “grumpy old man” after all. That is, until the next time I’m at Target Field and a toddler is running amok in my section :(