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Discussion in 'Coaches Corner' started by Heinie Wagner, Oct 31, 2014.

  1. IHateDaveKerpen

    IHateDaveKerpen Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

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    Wow. You can't head the ball in U11 games?

    I'm guessing this is a relatively new thing, what with concussion fears and all?
     
  2. robssecondjob

    robssecondjob Well-Known Member Gold Supporter SoSH Member

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    Yep. New within the last two tears. No heading in games for U12 and under. Limited practice is allowed for U12 players (although I won't allow it in practice because they do it in games). Opposing team awarded an indirect free kick.

    Has radically altered corner's.
     
  3. Omar's Wacky Neighbor

    Omar's Wacky Neighbor Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

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    Red card for heading? In the center circle no less?

    That parent runs a tight ship.
     
  4. PseuFighter

    PseuFighter Silent scenester SoSH Member

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    Don't think I ever posted the reason I quit little league, but here goes.

    I want to say I was 12 or 13, whatever the last year (or two?) before Babe Ruth league. I was pitching; never that great, really had no idea what I was doing; basically, at least way back when, the rules were you could throw anything that wasn't a curve ball or a knuckle ball. I think that was the rule anyway. So your option when you have no idea what you're doing is just to throw a 40-50mph fastball and hope your arm/shoulder/elbow doesn't give out. Anyway, we're a few games into the season, and I'm on the mound, and there's this parent on the other team that also happens to be that team's coach. Our families didn't get along or something. I don't know the specifics or I choose now to forget them. So I throw a few pitches. The coach calls time. Goes to the umpire (these are other kids in the town, kids in high school earning a hot dog and a coke for their efforts). Tells the umpire that I'm throwing a curve ball. I wish I could throw a curve ball. Ump tells me to stop throwing a curve. I tell the ump I have no idea how to throw a curve. He asks me how I'm holding the ball. I'm just gripping it like a ball I'm going to hurl, as was the case of basically ever kid it seemed. So I go back to pitch. A batter later, coach calls time, goes to the ump and says "there he goes again, those are curveballs!" Ump warns me one more time. My next four pitches go the backstop. Whomever was up walks. I get moved to center field. That would be my last game. I never go back to little league.

    Also, the town was Stoughton for those curious. Also, parents that get that involved just suck.
     
  5. Doug Beerabelli

    Doug Beerabelli Killer Threads Lifetime Member SoSH Member

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    You should have beaned the next kid. If they claimed it was intentional, you could argue back that why would intentionally bean a kid with a curve ball?
     
  6. BroodsSexton

    BroodsSexton Member SoSH Member

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    Or he could have just stopped throwing the fucking curveball.
     
  7. PseuFighter

    PseuFighter Silent scenester SoSH Member

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    this.
     
  8. santadevil

    santadevil Well-Known Member Silver Supporter SoSH Member

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    So, it's that time of year again, holding baseball tryouts for our travel team for 13U (PeeWee for us Canadians). We did 3 nights in a row, Monday, Tuesday & Wednesday.
    Some initial cuts were made on Tuesday and final cuts made last night, so our team is now selected.
    This week for our kids was also Easter break from school, so sometimes families take vacation during this time.
    I wasn't wanting to hold tryouts this late, but some other life shit popped up and we had to move them to this week.

    I picked this team with the help of 3 other guys, two of whom assisted me in coaching an 11U team last year.

    We ended up with 35 local kids signing up for the entire division and had 16 of them come out for tryouts, along with one kid from out of town.
    I always hope for 20+ kids, but normally we are around 15 kids the last couple years.

    Anyway, along with the 17 that actually showed up, I had two parents tell me they were going to be out of town.
    One of the kids will end up being one of the top pitchers in the province at this age division, the other was a kid I had on my 11U team last year, who struggled most of the year on both sides of the game.

    I kept both sets of parents up to date on the happenings through tryouts and after last night, one was told yes you're on the team, the other was told no, you didn't make it.
    The one that didn't make it would've been behind at least two other players I cut last nights that also played on my 11U team last year and potentially one more kid too.

    The dad of this kid and myself have never been great friends or anything, but he also did help me coach last year for that 11U team and like I said, kept him in the loop each night.
    He actually seemed really good about the whole thing and he did give me plenty of lead time that they were going to be away and I tried my damnedest to make it happen before they were gone. Life happens, but whatever.

    This morning, his wife is vaguebooking about how heart-broken she is.
    People come to her rescue and inquire about what happened, what can we do?
    "Oh my son, he didn't get a fair shake to make this team because we were on vacation and I know he's better then the kids that made it!"

    And the one response:
    "Well, maybe talk to the coach and he'll make an exception for a talented kid that really loves baseball"

    This is the same wife that can't be arsed to get out of her vehicle during games and lets her 4 year old daughter keep trying to run into the dugout so Daddy can look after her in the middle of a game and her brother is constantly trying to play with her through the fence.

    What the fuck people? Are you kidding me?
    This is the main reason I'm not on social media. I would've blasted away with both barrels.
    I've been stewing on this all day and figured I should get it out here, because my wife hasn't been successful in calming me down yet.

    TL;DR version, as usual, I think people suck
     

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