Practice, Practice, Practice

There are no shortcuts

Practice, practice, practice. Ours is a family that works really hard and true to my own nature, I spend a lot of time passing this work ethic along to my kids, who take to it naturally.

Dad, I want to be better than such and such.

Well, do you see them here now?

No

I don’t either. So you’re working harder than they are, that’s where it starts. There are no shortcuts.

Now, just put the bat on the ball, life is so simple inside this cage.

I don’t know what the line is between pushing and supporting, I just know that my shoulder fucking hurts after throwing hundreds and hundreds of pitches in a cage, and I was ready to leave at least two hours before we did. Jack would hit, then I’d see Ryan get his helmet on to go next, then I’d hear what a lousy pitcher I am and how I need to get better and I take it a little personally, but only a little. Sure, I guess it’s ME that needs the practice, so let’s practice.

I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Weekend life in Florida:

Rucking - it’s happening.

Blast from the past (for my dad). New for me - and killer!

Scene of many, many pitching crimes. I have to get better! :)