It’s the variety and unpredictability of children that truly make it fun to coach t-ball. In a recent game I was in the field, coaching the left side. It was another “warm” day in Texas, and some of the kids were beginning to play in the dirt, ask when the game was going to be over, and ask why doesn’t the other team hit it to the outfield.
The left-fielder suddenly turns around, points up, and yells, “look at all those birds.” Sure enough, there were a bunch of birds. Then behind me, I hear the center-fielder (the left-fielder’s brother) say, “Hey, I bet they’re gonna attack!”