Yesterday was Dylan’s first Little League practice. Unfortunately it was not as fun as Dylan and I hoped.
I think in general baseball is just not as fun as soccer, especially for little kids. There’s just a lot of standing around. If it wasn’t for the tradition of baseball in this country I might not have signed him up for it.
The first drill the boys did (there are no girls on this year’s team which surprised me a little bit) was learning how to throw. Dylan is like me, he does not understand well instructions for how to do things physically. For example the guys have been trying to teach me how to hit a golf ball but I am still horrible. On the other hand I had a friend who would just watch a sport on TV and then go outside and do exactly what he saw. The instructors were asking the boys to start in a throwing stance with the two arms out horizontally, the gloved arm out forward, the gloved hand pointing down, the throwing hand holding the ball up. Dylan kept getting confused and at one point he was bending forward with both arms twisted, elbows on top, hands pointed up. The whole thing amused me as I thought “That’s my boy.”
The second drill was learning to field grounders. The coaches told the boys to act like alligators gobbling up grounders and stamped their throwing hands w/ an alligator stamp as added incentive. Then they tossed the grounders to the boys. At this point since there were only two coaches and nine boys the boys started getting bored as they waited for their grounders. Three boys started making a little sand castle with the infield dirt. Dylan started his own pile of dirt. After practice I asked the coach if I could help w/ drills since it was obvious that another instructor could have helped in terms of keeping their interest.
The third drill was learning to run to first base. This was the only drill Dylan actually enjoyed because running is fun. The first time all the boys ran to first base and stopped. The coach then told them they’re supposed to run past first base. By the third time the boys wouldn’t stop running and ran into the outfield. If the coaches hadn’t said anything I think they would have kept going.
For the parents, watching practice wasn’t too fun. I amused myself by taking photos but I felt a little shy so I didn’t talk to anyone until one parent, a very nice mother, initiated conversation with me. She actually had met Ji Seon earlier because they both had gone to the store to buy something for Little League and the other mother had taken the last one.
Two more practices, opening day, twenty games, two team parties, and closing ceremonies still to go. Let’s hope it’s fun.