I miss that days when I could throw with my son. I remember spending hours with him when he was younger. I even coached him a little. I gave up coaching after he needed more then "swing hard, run fast".
Yeah. Its a priceless feeling. That moment when Kevin Costner wanted to play catch with his dad in "Field of Dreams."
I quit catching for mine when I said "ok throw it as hard as you can.. I want to make sure you can make a throw from 3rd to 1st" and I ended up with 2 fat lips.. as he did exactly what I asked except my reflexes were not quite as quick as his throw,...lol
I quit catching for mine when I said "ok throw it as hard as you can.. I want to make sure you can make a throw from 3rd to 1st" and I ended up with 2 fat lips.. as he did exactly what I asked except my reflexes were not quite as quick as his throw,...lol
I'm not that smart yet. Caught a couple bullpens for my son this summer. It was scary!! Just can't say no. I miss the days of going out and throwing with him on a regular basis.
I quit catching for mine when I said "ok throw it as hard as you can.. I want to make sure you can make a throw from 3rd to 1st" and I ended up with 2 fat lips.. as he did exactly what I asked except my reflexes were not quite as quick as his throw,...lol
For me, it was when we were doing long toss in the outfield before any of his teammates showed up for practice. He was throwing 50+ feet farther than I could and I could see him getting annoyed. Fortunately, a teammate showed up and I could quickly bow out.
We used to keep my glove in his bat bag, but that stopped pretty soon after that because "there wasn't enough space". Eventually, my glove was "accidentally" left in the DR after a mission trip where they were donating used equipment. It was right before his final season of HS baseball and it was his way of telling me it was time to move on.