Bouncing back

C-man had 3 baseball games in 3 days. A death march of sorts. More so when you had to watch Friday's game, which was a 3 strikeout game. That's never happened before. Ever. The kid was a wreck. So we went to the park to practice until we couldn't see anymore after the game. Saturday, he struck out again. Unheard of. It was becoming a total head game. I was looking into getting him in to some one-on-one coaching to try to get him some confidence before he lost it all. But then he got on base with a crappy little blooper. Things seemed to change.

Then there was today. He hit the ball hard. He fielded the ball like an animal. He made a really cool back-handed pickup at third and got a guy out and held the runner to what normally would have been a double or even triple in this league. He retired the side with 3 outs at 3rd, in fact. Totally unstoppable.

And he got the game ball. The resiliency of this child never ceases to amaze me. I was sick to my stomach for him on Friday because he was totally embarrassed and not himself. And today, he had the game of his young little life. I am so very proud of him. There's something to learn there, for sure!