As soon as I had my first son, Mason, I would joke with my friends that we were going to train him to be a left-handed pitcher. A Southpaw. Daddy's retirement fund. Maybe even daddy's unfulfilled dreams. Oh, how dumb I was. In the years since, I have been lucky and blessed enough to have two additional sons. I've also gone on to coach several youth teams. It started out fun. We were learning together, growing, developing. After a year or so, the hyper competitiveness kicked in. The attitude of the players changed into "haves" and "have nots" very quickly. Some kids would hold themselves in higher regard because they made a certain travel team. The other kids inevitably felt excluded for no good particular reason. It bothers me. The expectation is that my son needs to play on the travel team. Somehow, I'm not fostering his development if he's not spending multiple nights practicing and entire weekends ...
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