The boy had a good game last night in his coach pitch outing. Apparently he clobbered the ball for a standup double and was the only one to do so. I missed it because I was working with the lass’ T-ball team since the coach there decided to schedule the practice for last night. Not terribly convenient, but what can you do? The Wife got to see the big moment anyway.
Unfortunately, the boy truncated his moment of glory. A couple of batters later, with the boy still on 2nd and another runner on 1st, the batter hit the ball right to the 3rd baseman. The boy, not totally understanding baseball yet, saw that he was an easy out so he chose not to run to third so he couldn’t get tagged. He was very upset to find out his scheming didn’t have the desired result.
On the way home, as I was trying to explain the whole “force out” thing, the boy got very defensive and, in a moment of clarity and insight rare for one so young, spat out “Well, then baseball is stupid!” I paused long enough to rejoinder “That’s a conversation for another day…”