Nothing to brag about…
DD’s team pooped the bed for the third weekend in a row. Sunday morning bracket play: 6 errors and another 8 plays that girls with hustle should make.
Honestly, I don’t mind the errors as much as the other plays. Grounders to infielders that never generate outs. Fielders choice plays the play AFTER you were supposed to make that choice. Where is the fire, where is intensity, why are we getting up at 6 AM to treat Sunday like a rec league scrimmage?
DD pitches and she fumes in the car ride home. Innings that should end in 8 pitches take 25. I tell her that she needs to do more than fume. Vent that anger. I’m the king of positivity, but at some point, players need to get mad, point fingers, yell at each other, figure out how to work through it, and then go create the happy ending they want.
Bad Monday morning for me. What is the point of all this? Please DD, please find the next gear, and start turning into the future woman I want you to be.
DD’s team pooped the bed for the third weekend in a row. Sunday morning bracket play: 6 errors and another 8 plays that girls with hustle should make.
Honestly, I don’t mind the errors as much as the other plays. Grounders to infielders that never generate outs. Fielders choice plays the play AFTER you were supposed to make that choice. Where is the fire, where is intensity, why are we getting up at 6 AM to treat Sunday like a rec league scrimmage?
DD pitches and she fumes in the car ride home. Innings that should end in 8 pitches take 25. I tell her that she needs to do more than fume. Vent that anger. I’m the king of positivity, but at some point, players need to get mad, point fingers, yell at each other, figure out how to work through it, and then go create the happy ending they want.
Bad Monday morning for me. What is the point of all this? Please DD, please find the next gear, and start turning into the future woman I want you to be.