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One proud father story:
Yesterday we are at a friends sons graduation brunch. Some kids were playing catch together with my son who is 4 years old. Some other kid brings a wiffle ball bat and one of the other mothers starts to pitch to the other 4-6 year olds. Somehow my sons tennis ball that I have been using to teach him catch with gets introduced to this little game, and now its his turn to bat. I told the "lady pitcher" that it probably is not a good idea and to be ready, or use the wiffle ball. She said he is only 4, and the others(older) were no problem :SIB .
So he steps up with this big red plastic wiffle ball bat, you know the kind with a sweet spot the size of a house. He takes a couple of practice cuts, and her husband says get the wiffle ball, and she replies "Non-sense, he is only four!". In keeping with her poor judgment, she lets the pitch fly underhand, low and inside...
Now a little background:
I have been practicing with him since he was two hitting off a Tee. Last year when he was three, we were watching the Home Run Derby the night before the All-Star game. He says to me, "Dad, how come you dont pitch to me like those guys" I said ok, grab your foam bat, and your foam ball, and I will throw you a couple. First one sails over my head high off the glass in our living room, I did one of these :scared . So in order to get this three year old to bed, I tell him he has ten outs, just like the all-stars get, and he can hit as many home runs as possible:shrug: . Damn if he didn't hit 38 over the line I put up on the wall, before he got ten (grounders or line drives) outs similar to the derby format, which Vladimir Guerrero won with 17 home runs over 30 outs(3rounds):142smilie . This summer he has graduated to a wood bat that is too heavy for him, but he wont use the lighter ones, "because dad, I don't get enough power with those" :lol:. We have a fence in our back yard that we finish our fun with 20 balls that have to go over. After he hits one, he jogs around the bases with a little smirk, and as he rounds second he tells me, "Dad, that baby was crushed!" and then points at me the pitcher who served it up :hah:
... back to the pitch:
He is a lefty that goes down and pile drives it like Tiger Woods coming out of the ruff. The mom/pitcher ducks, nearly losing all her caps, and then there is that erie silence as everyone realizes whats about to happen when the other guy watching this screams, "INCOMING"!. About 40 yards away is a table up by the tent and this ball comes screaming in, and demolishes the table and all of its contents :wall: The mother/pitcher looked at me and says, "Good Lord, you weren't kidding":142smilie . Then I get the usual, "How old is he?" from a bunch of parents:shocked:
Its good to be a Dad!
Have a great one fellas...
Franky
One proud father story:
Yesterday we are at a friends sons graduation brunch. Some kids were playing catch together with my son who is 4 years old. Some other kid brings a wiffle ball bat and one of the other mothers starts to pitch to the other 4-6 year olds. Somehow my sons tennis ball that I have been using to teach him catch with gets introduced to this little game, and now its his turn to bat. I told the "lady pitcher" that it probably is not a good idea and to be ready, or use the wiffle ball. She said he is only 4, and the others(older) were no problem :SIB .
So he steps up with this big red plastic wiffle ball bat, you know the kind with a sweet spot the size of a house. He takes a couple of practice cuts, and her husband says get the wiffle ball, and she replies "Non-sense, he is only four!". In keeping with her poor judgment, she lets the pitch fly underhand, low and inside...
Now a little background:
I have been practicing with him since he was two hitting off a Tee. Last year when he was three, we were watching the Home Run Derby the night before the All-Star game. He says to me, "Dad, how come you dont pitch to me like those guys" I said ok, grab your foam bat, and your foam ball, and I will throw you a couple. First one sails over my head high off the glass in our living room, I did one of these :scared . So in order to get this three year old to bed, I tell him he has ten outs, just like the all-stars get, and he can hit as many home runs as possible:shrug: . Damn if he didn't hit 38 over the line I put up on the wall, before he got ten (grounders or line drives) outs similar to the derby format, which Vladimir Guerrero won with 17 home runs over 30 outs(3rounds):142smilie . This summer he has graduated to a wood bat that is too heavy for him, but he wont use the lighter ones, "because dad, I don't get enough power with those" :lol:. We have a fence in our back yard that we finish our fun with 20 balls that have to go over. After he hits one, he jogs around the bases with a little smirk, and as he rounds second he tells me, "Dad, that baby was crushed!" and then points at me the pitcher who served it up :hah:
... back to the pitch:
He is a lefty that goes down and pile drives it like Tiger Woods coming out of the ruff. The mom/pitcher ducks, nearly losing all her caps, and then there is that erie silence as everyone realizes whats about to happen when the other guy watching this screams, "INCOMING"!. About 40 yards away is a table up by the tent and this ball comes screaming in, and demolishes the table and all of its contents :wall: The mother/pitcher looked at me and says, "Good Lord, you weren't kidding":142smilie . Then I get the usual, "How old is he?" from a bunch of parents:shocked:
Its good to be a Dad!
Have a great one fellas...
Franky
