Monday, June 14, 2010
Herding Cats aka Coaching T-ball
My little guy looooves to play ball--football, soccer, basketball, tennis, baseball, anyball. Although Alec is a year younger than the city's Parks and Rec. Dept. states he needs to be in order to register for T-ball, I thought they might look the other way if I volunteered to coach him and 14 other kitties, I mean, kids. They did gratefully and graciously handing over a team roster, 15 Phillies uniforms and hats, a T-ball post, 6 rubber t-balls and some nervous sounding well wishes.
I was thinking of suing the city for any or all of the following conditions--vocal cord recuperation therapy, high five-triggered palm blisters, chronic lower back pain from lifting post-toddlers to the correct batting stance, perma bruise on my forehead from the "d'oh" after nearly every fielding play, laugh lines from the hilarity that is 5-year-olds trying to play a team sport, etc.
but I decided to take the offered settlement...