Baseball @ home: living dangerously

I played baseball with the kids last night, trying to teach them a couple of basic skills in preparation for some teams they’ll be joining.

So here I am with our 8-year old daughter, who’s incredibly smart but not particularly athletic, explaining that it may take a while to learn to hit the ball, don’t feel bad if you can’t do it right away, it’s not easy, etc. etc.

I lob the ball at her gently, and, bang! She smacks it over my head.

Dumfounded, I go, retrieve the ball, ignore the smirk on her face, and praise her for the great hit. Next pitch – swing and a miss. Third pitch – swing and a miss.

Some more encouragement from Daddy. Don’t worry, it’s not easy, but you’ll get it – most kids can, it just takes a bit of time.

OK – fourth pitch. Very gentle, nice and soft. Smack!

And that’s all it takes to get one anguished father rolling on the ground clutching at a very sore private spot while 2 kids and one spouse erupt in explosive laughter.


Perfect funniest home videos material – if we had been taping.