This is how Steve and I envisioned Harrison playing t-ball. Getting to be parents on the sideline hearing all the other parents talk about how great of a ball player that Bergman boy is. As with most things in life reality is a little less sweet, but a lot more funny.
This is more how our t-ball experience went. With Harrison bucking whenever he didn't get to do whatever it was he wanted at that moment. Including swimming in the swimming pool right next to the baseball field. He takes stubbornness to a level I didn't think possible.
T-ball started off a little rocky before it ended a painful death. We ended up on two rosters, the Yankees and the Astros. After two practices with the Yankees we were called by the Astros coach and told we were really needed to make a complete team. Steve thought this was cool, his boy being "traded" already! Steve took him to his first and final practice with the Astros. Harrison actually made contact with a coach-pitched ball, but when he was told to drop the bat and run to first base he literally fell to the ground and refused! Steve came home and said, "Gretch, we have that kid! The kid that all the other parents are so thankful isn't theirs!" He said, "and the other kids are good! I mean, they play like 4 1/2 year olds!" Steve told the coach we wouldn't be back...until next year.
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