Some great memories following your son

Thanks ECU78! I appreciate you sharing this as it is a huge reminder about what is really important. May God bless you.

 

Superior thread for sure. Thanks to all...

I named my son Ty after my hero Ty Cobb. Although I played college basketball, I wanted a baseball player more than anything. But I determined that I would let him choose that path on his own.

He answered that in T-Ball. Big moment in game...Ty is playing pitcher. Biggest kid in the League rips a hard one-hopper that pops him in the mouth (knocking a tooth loose & busting his nose). Immediately the blood pours out his mouth & nose. Mom is freaking. Dad is yelling: "Get the ball!"

Ty grabs the ball & makes the play. Game over. Mom sprints to console. Dad high fives the other Dads.

Mom later scolds Dad: "Don't you care that our son was hurt?" Dad says: "If he'd caught the dang grounder clean, none of this would have happened."

Dad spends lonely night on couch...but with a grin of satisfaction on his face.

 

I believe I have that same couch....although mine is a little more worn

 

Same Story

He answered that in T-Ball. Big moment in game...Ty is playing pitcher. Biggest kid in the League rips a hard one-hopper that pops him in the mouth (knocking a tooth loose & busting his nose). Immediately the blood pours out his mouth & nose. Mom is freaking. Dad is yelling: "Get the ball!"

Ty grabs the ball & makes the play. Game over. Mom sprints to console. Dad high fives the other Dads.

Mom later scolds Dad: "Don't you care that our son was hurt?" Dad says: "If he'd caught the dang grounder clean, none of this would have happened."

OMG, I have the exact same story. Ten year old All Stars and Mac is pitching agains big, bad Columbus Cty who had won about every DYB state championship for ten years. He shuts them down for five innings but tires in the sixth. Walks the first two and up steps the biggest 10 year old I have ever seen. He lines the first pitch back up the middle. Mac bends to field it but it richochets off a softball rubber, hits him between the eyes, and lands in CF. Mom and I arrive at the mound at about the same time Mac starts to flutter his eyelids. After a few tense moments its clear that he is OK. Mom grabs one arm to escort him off the field. I grab the other to escort him to first base to take over for our closer. Mac says "I want to finish the game!" and he did. Mom didn't speak much to me after that.... before the divorce.

 

I am impressed that some of you men will even let your wives on the field. I was instructed by my husband and son that I was only allowed on the field or court if and when the ambulance was taking him away. I then could come over and tell him goodbye! Thankfully, that has happened yet!

They do allow me on the field though if I want to help clean out dugouts, mow, pick up rocks, get up grass, etc.

Seems like there is a little bit of a double standard, huh?

 

I promise, this is the last one...

When the Gman was 10 and playing on his first AAU team, South Wake Storm, we had about a 20-25 minute ride to get to his practices. On one of those trips I had a "Baseball Weekly" on the dash of the truck. It was the one with the Chipper Jones article in it talking about his problems after fathering a child out of wedlock and his divorce etc. Well, Chipper was Gman's favorite player at the time so when he saw the picture on the front he began to read the article. After a short time he folded it back up and threw it back on the dash.
He looked at me and said "I don't like Chipper anymore". I asked him why? He said "Daddy, Chipper made a baby with some woman!" I replied that what Chipper had done was wrong and had hurt a lot of people. G said "it's even worse than that!". I asked why? He sat silent for a minute than said "it means HE DID IT!" Did what? "You know... S... E... X!... and that's gross!". I said to him that what Chipper had done was wrong and that having a baby with a woman that he was not married to was a bad thing to do. He replied "Yeah, and it's nasty...YUCK!"
Most of us here are dads with sons, so you'll understand my next thoughts in this situation... let's just say we all prefer our sons grow up "swinging from the right side of the plate" so to speak. With that in mind, I tried to give the Gman a little perspective on the subject of sex. I told him that when you're (1) with a woman, (2) that you're in love with and (3) married to, sex is a good thing.(if one goes 1 for 3 every time one can make the Hall of Fame!) His response was quick..."GROSS!...YUCK!...THAT'S NASTY! I said "when you get older you'll understand better what I'm talking about. You'll find out that when your with a woman, that you're in love with, and married to, it's about the most fun thing you'll ever do.
He looked up at me and said "Daddy, it can't be funner than baseball!"

 

Point Well Made

Out of the mouth's of babes!

Not Hooters Babes Braves.
You've been a bit distracted these past few days!

After 20+ years of marriage the strike outs feel about the same.

 

No..not at all, at least not with the teams I was associated with. Our mothers were always encouraged.....................






















to bring drinks and snacks, as well as the mowing of the grass and picking up the rocks....some of them were taught how to run the "Gator" to help grade the field. Did I mention concession booths?

Seriously, some of the mothers I knew were tougher than the fathers: "Oh, he's alright!!!! just spit on it"

 

I must say, I was never the one to initiate those unfounded, grossly exaggerated stories involving Hooters. In fact, I have never been in one.

 

Here's another one. When he was young, my son used to get "nervous stomach" before big games that he was pitching. DYB majors district tourney championship night in Fairmont and he is scheduled to go. As we are riding down mainstreet Fairmont on the way to the park, he suddenly says, "pull over, I'm going to be sick". I pull over and he literally crawls into some lady's front yard and proceeds to puke for about five minutes. Climbs back in and says lets go. He proceeds to throw a gem and send us to the states.