Today was the first official baseball game my third grandson has played. In the bright sunshine of a green field, he and the rest of the five- to seven-year olds who have practiced for a month or two, played their first game ever. Most of the team are but a head taller than the baseball bat. They have all the official gear: personalized jerseys; helmets; lower protective gear; and headgear. This is a game of much equipment and skill. At least they have the equipment.
The coach deserves the most accolades. I am told he is a fireman; his enthusiasm and devotion to the kids was exemplary. He deserves accolades beyond the ordinary. The kids played plausibly. Baseball statistic do not count here; most of the official rules are waived. One side won, although I am not sure which, for they do not empathize the competitive, preferring to focus on individual and team effort.
Words are not good for this human (kid) activity, so here are a few photos that I took.
I coached for about 10 or 12 years. Seeing your pictures brings back a lot of memories, particularly the pitching machine.