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"Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets."
Yogi Berra

The Little League season is winding down to a close and it couldn't come any sooner. I know it's all for fun, but the absolute and utter lack of coaching is about to wear me down. With the talent level of these kids, we should not be as bad as we are. To call our team the Bad News Bears would be an insult to the Bad News Bears. To be fair they faced a hell of a pitcher, I mean this kid could bring it. He held us to one hit (@ had it, a little seeing eye grounder between first and second, that plated our only two runs). But the defense was horrible as usual, with just about everyone contributing to the error-fest. Add to that the incredulous coaching descions and you have the recepie for a 14-2 rout. One example of coaching prowess encapsulated our entire baseball carreer under this guy. Our main pitcher, complained that his arm was hurting. When a young kid, who has been over-pitched by this coach already, complains of arm trouble, you get him off the mound. So what does the coach do, moves him to catcher. Hello, if your arm is hurting, how about a position where you don't have to throw the ball every pitch? Oh well, finally on to High School ball, where @ will get some actual coaching and people play positions because of their talent, not because of their blood relations to the coach. At least I'm not bitter about it.

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