IL Rancher Rancher

Joined: 08 Apr 2006 Posts: 3023 Location: Northwest Illinois
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:35 pm Post subject: |
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I remember playing baseball when i was about 12.. Took a pitch right in the middle of my shoulder blades.. I remember jumping and someone saying if I had ducked it would have hit me in the head and if I had just turned it would have got me in the base of the neck. I dropped like a rcok to the ground and my dad, who was a coach came out. I got up, rubbed the dirt off my pants and went down to first.. The hardest thing isn't getting up, it is getting back in the box..
My dad and mom were they a lot for me in sports growing up, Mom coached soccar, took us to practices and things like that. Dad would play catch in the backyard and "coached" baeebal even though he was no the most athletic guy in the world and as very busy.. They never screamed (well, my dad never did, mom was an animated soccor coach) bt I knew parents who would always watch the games as far from their kids as possible because they didn't want their presence to distract their kids... Good or bad my friends understood that their folks just wanted to succed and wanted their coaches to be able to coach without hearing the growns from the parents..
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