Those kids honestly believe I know what I’m doing.
See that piece of paper? That’s the chart I use to assign the kids to their positions in the field. I’m about as good with charts as I am with numbers … and if you saw my debt-to-income ratio right now, you’d know how much I suck at numbers.
“Brian, you’re playing third base.”
“You already told Nick to play third.”
“I did? Oh … um … OK, you’re playing second.”
“Tommy’s already playing second.”
Pretty much like that.
Couple my organizational ineptitude with the fact that, as a child, I played baseball for all of about five minutes, and you don’t exactly have the makings of a coach. And yet, here I am, faking my way through it for the third straight season.
Two things I never said as a child: “I love baseball” and “My dad’s the coach.” My son says both. That’s why I do this.