Don't laugh, but...

I totally ran part of baseball practice tonight.  Okay, laugh.  It was funny.  I'm 99.3% certain.  The boys had some trouble connecting with the ball on Saturday morning, so they needed some extra work tonight.  That was my job.  Hahahaha, it was a riot.  One of the dads brought a batting thingy.  I have no clue what it's called, so I googled "batting practice thingy" and found this:

My terms are obviously very technical.  And accurate.  Anyway, the boys divided into two groups.  I got a group of boys to bat, and the other group of boys went to practice fielding with the dads and coach.  I gave each boy a warm-up swing, and my rules went as follows:

1. You get 10 hits.
2. If you make the arm spin around, it's a good hit.
3. If it bounces more than it swings, it's a bad hit.
4. You get three bad hits, you're running to the opposite end of the fields and back.

They thought I was kidding.  Newsflash: I wasn't.  And of the nine players, five ran.  I'd say two were a total fluke, but they were pretty thrilled, and they all had fun.  Yay for being a successful "coach."

At least I know I have a back-up plan in life.  Or not.

B spent all of his batting practice time running around like a nutjob, then sliding across every single field on his way to the field N on which N was practicing.  I was annoyed.  And he wasn't listening, so by the end of a 40 minute period, he'd lost video games for 5 days.  One of the dads helped with the grounding, adding days for me when I was otherwise about to blow my top.  Sharing is caring.

Plus, I'm pretty sure I had steam coming out of my ears. 

See, if it had only been baseball practice, it would've been one thing...but today I took a group of 7 5th graders (out of 84) around the Perot Museum.  Let me just say it's really hard to spend enough time for it to count on 5 floors of a really awesome museum if you only have (essentially) 2 hours, and the majority of that 2 hours is broken up into horrid time increments. 

They had fun, and so did I, but my group didn't really mesh well, so it was a lot of give & take on the group's part, and a ton of mental face palming on my part.

I'm surprised there's not a visible red mark.

Truth.

Aubs