
My daughter is a good athlete, with natural ability in all sports. With proper coaching and practice, she excels.
She’s a slugger in softball. Two nights ago, she got a new bat, and was eager to try it out. After practice, she came home discouraged that she could not hit with it. She asked what she was doing wrong, so we went to the field near our house and I pitched while she took her swings.
I noticed a few slight flaws in her stance and her swing and her follow through, and within about twenty minutes, she had lost her swing completely and suddenly was all foul tips and whiffs. Instead of just smacking the ball, instead of hitting like she knew she could, she was worried about her feet and her step and her balance and her shoulder and her right elbow and her grip and her timing and her eye contact and her waist and her swing and her bat speed and her motion and her follow through and her back swing and her release and her dad watching her.
You can’t hit if you’re thinking mechanics. Sorry, honey, my fault.






SORRY HONEY MY FAULT?!?! Thats all you have to say? I've already screwed up in two games, you know. You noticed a few slight flaws, huh? You made fun of my every swing. But whatever. One day I'll be able to out play you. Just like in mini golf!
Posted by: lydia | May 31, 2006 11:47 AM | Permalink to Comment