It is hard to believe that it has been almost three years since I wrote There's No Crying in Baseball.
He likes pitching but he treats it like the weight of the world on his shoulders. And if he walks someone, he spirals down into frustration which him throws him off his game. He started the season like gangbusters and seemed to have his emotions under control. I know that I am the most biased person in the bleachers but his playing has really gotten very good. He is growing into those arms and legs, is faster now, and very coordinated. I would say graceful, but I am his mom so take it with a grain of salt (he's graceful). He has been doing so well that they asked him to fill in this week on an 11- and 12-year-old team. I was nervous for him I admit, but he got out there and hit a smoking line drive down first and then made a double play at third.
Today did not go as smoothly. He did not shake off mistakes and lost his temper. Coach David handled it exactly like we hoped. He was straight with the boys after the games and told them that if he saw tears, then he was pulling them out because it meant their heads weren't in the game. Big wasn't the only one tearing up and having a hard time this morning. He could very well be pulled from a future game and I don't want him to be, but it might be the best thing that can happen to him.
He is growing up. Sometimes I can't tell who is teaching who.