It’s just youth sports, after all
STEVE SMITH
The kids playing in the baseball game I was watching at the Costa
Mesa National Little League field were 9 and 10 years old. Most of
them don’t have the control over their coordination to consistently
make the plays that make them look like real baseball players, but
they show up anyway, giving their all.
Most of them also don’t have an attention span long enough to
withstand 20 minutes standing in the outfield with nothing to do. I’m
not sure I would either.
Those of us who coach try just about everything we can to keep
outfielders in the game, including the warning that their moment of
glory is imminent.
“Outfielders,” we say, “that ball could come to you on any pitch
so it’s important to pay attention. What happens in the outfield
could make the difference in the game.”
Mentally, however, I know what they’re thinking: “Yeah, right,
coach. I haven’t seen a fly ball since last season.” And I can’t
argue with them, for the fact is that very few catchable fly balls
get to the outfield in these Little League games.
Over the years, I have developed a system for keeping the
attention of outfielders. “Billy, take two steps back, please!” will
be the cry from the dugout. Billy takes two steps back. A couple of
minutes later, it’s, “Billy, take two steps forward, please!” And
Billy takes two steps forward.
It doesn’t always work but it keeps their feet moving and lets
them know I haven’t forgotten them.
But some coaches still haven’t learned the fine art of coaching
kids -- not that I’m an expert, as my overall won-lost record will
prove.
Last weekend at that game I was watching, a coach yelled, “Billy
[not his real name], you can’t play baseball with your hand in your
pocket!”
I can’t argue with the coach’s logic. He was right, you cannot
play baseball with your hand in your pocket. To a bored kid, however,
sticking his hand in his pocket is something to do while waiting for
a turn at bat. And as we all know, kids today must receive constant
stimulation -- not one second must be wasted doing absolutely
nothing.
But the coach’s admonition was wasted. Not only was his comment
hurtful but he blew an opportunity to teach his player what he should
be doing instead of sticking his hand in his pocket. Instead of
telling Billy to assume the “ready position,” a standard baseball
instruction that follows players to the big leagues, he succeeded
only in embarrassing him in front of his teammates and whatever
friends and family members were present.
That one moment pushed Billy further down the line of finding
something else to do with his time, perhaps one that has more
stimulation, such as playing on a GameBoy. At least when he makes a
mistake, there will not be a frustrated, overbearing grown-up to
remind him of it.
The “hands in the pocket” was mild compared to other comments I’ve
heard, particularly last season when a coach yelled to an outfielder
from the dugout in front of everyone, “Billy [not his real name], are
your feet stuck in cement?!” Nice, coach. Very inspiring.
I’ve learned that kids want to learn and they’ll soak up the
learning like a sponge if it’s taught to them in a way that is
interesting. This is, of course, something that most teachers already
know. The technique doesn’t have to be fun or flashy, just
interesting. Part of what makes a kid pay attention is being treated
with respect. I can’t imagine any kid wanting to give his all for a
coach who humiliates him during an event that is often used by kids
as an escape.
Youth sports has nothing whatsoever to do with grown-ups. We’re
accessories -- there only to keep things safe and keep the peace when
we need to. But I’m still seeing parents who insist on making their
son or daughter’s youth sports involvement a reflection of
themselves. When this happens, they miss the pure simple joy of
watching kids have fun; of watching kids take part in something they
have fewer chances to do, that is, just be a kid.
I’ve got a message for 99.999999% of the parents reading this
column, and it may come as a shock to you, but here goes: Your son or
daughter is not going to be a sports professional. And I know you
believe that your kid is going to be the exception, but he or she
will not.
My son has told me many times that he wants to be a professional
baseball player and I’m not going to do anything to stop him from
trying. In fact, I’ll encourage the practice and dedication required
of the pursuit of excellence.
But the knowledge that he is very unlikely to make it to the big
leagues is not for him, it’s for me. It helps me deal with the
mistakes and losses in a way that forces me to keep my perspective.
That is, it’s just youth sports, nothing more. Enjoy the ride.
* STEVE SMITH is a Costa Mesa resident and a freelance writer.
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