At the last minute I decided to drive yesterday and pick up Jackie and her son so we could all spend the day togehter.
I don't get to watch Zach play baseball uninterupted that much so I was looking forward to a day in the sun with my girlfriend and my number one fifteen year old son.
Dave so wonderfully stayed home with the other kids so I could go. I will also add here that Dave does not miss many of Zach's games so it was a real sacrifice on his part to let me have this day alone with our son.
Anyway, we left at 10:30am and got to the first game an hour before game time which was 2:00pm. They were to play two nine inning games so Jackie and I settled in with our coolers, umbrellas, and snacks for a day of great baseball.
The first game was great. The boys played well but lost a heart breaker in the 10th inning 7-6.
Then came the second game.
Against the Amazon Men.
This tournament was for boys 16 and under. Some of these boys were 17. With full beards and mustaches. I don't think their was a young man on the other team shorter than six feet.
We held our own against them for a few innings but then the flood gates openned and our team seemed to fall apart. This has happened before so it wasn't really that big of a deal. It is great for the boys to play against more experienced players. This is how they grow and get better. I do not have a problem with it at all.
My only real surprise of the afternoon was my sons sudden inability to play ball the way he has for years.
He could not hit. He could not field.
After the game he said he was so embarassed. This was the worst game of his life. Unfortunately, I could not honestly disagree with him.
We talked about how he needed to use this experience and grow from it. We both knew he was a good ball player and he just needed to get up and play again tomorrow.
Even the guys in the Major Leagues have a bad day every now and then.
They have a game again today at 8:00am.
Unfortunaltely that means he has to get up at 4:00am to be able to get ready and get their on time.
I found myself praying a few moments ago for God to intervene and help him to have a good game tomorrow. I am not good at letting my kids fail. Even though I know in my heart that God can use their failures for growth and to help mold them into the people he wants them to be.
I don't want them to hurt or feel heart ache. I want only happy smiles all the time.
I know this is not how the real world works. Failure is a part of life.
Even in baseball.