So I'm coaching first base at the boy's baseball game tonight, and he's up to bat with runners in scoring position, two outs, and his team down by four runs. He strikes out looking without swinging at any of the three called strikes. Inning over. As a dad who's competitive and who has talked to the boy numerous times about swinging the bat, I was just a wee bit mad. Okay, I was a lot mad, but I walked through the dugout and didn't say a word to him. Just tucked him in and I still haven't said a word about it. But I did go for a run. And that's helped a little bit.
I ran a nice, easy 5 miles in the dusk of early summer. I was thinking about getting up early and running tomorrow morning, but I think I needed to run to get rid of some stress tonight instead of waiting. Plus it was nice and cool, and I couldn't resist.
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