Baseball is such a great metaphor for many aspects of life. This is post #1 on baseball. The game is fascinating as it combines the fierce competitiveness of the individual as pitcher, fielder or batter with the dynamics of team performance. Individual contributions helping teams meet their objectives.
All of my sons have played baseball. Joan's father, Ed played semi pro ball in the late 40's so perhaps it's genetic. Zach demonstrated great eye hand coordination before he was three. Ted is a fierce competitor. I coached him for a few years in little league. Tim has put a lot of time and effort into the game. While Ted and I were in Europe, or Zach and I were in Japan, Tim was traveling on baseball teams since he was 8. While Zach played little league, Tim played pickel between two trees along the first base side. Zach pitched and played infield (mostly 3rd), caught and did outfield duty in high school and summer leagues. Ted has always been a good infielder. Tim has done catching, some infield, and now pitches. This spring his college team went to Florida to train and play non-conference games. As a parent you get a lot of this view-
This weekend we're watching and web-monitoring the NCAA Division III mid-Atlantic playoffs. Tim's team didn't make it but he knows many players, either by reputation or having competed against them.
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