Sunday, October 11, 2015

The Playoffs, an Idyll


 We saw Clare for the first time in five weeks when she came home Thursday night ahead of a Friday exposure tournament—a cattle call for high school softball players—she was attending for Valpo.  It was out in St. Charles, and she didn’t get back until after the Cubs-Cardinals game; I should note that she and her mother both had run-ins Friday with people who wanted to know why they couldn’t be Chicago fans and root for the North Siders.  We all had a good laugh on that one, and talked about the bar on Western Avenue that’s offering free beer for every Cardinals’ home run.  Our kind of place.

I had the Mets-Dodgers game on for background.  We talked about the camp—one of the CCIW softball coaches was there and recognized Clare, saying, “You were pretty good” in a way that let her know she remembered that walk-off homerun junior year—and something the Valpo coach said about why so many girls throw poorly; Coach thinks it’s because girls learn to throw with a softball, which is too big for their hands, instead of a baseball.  Clare blames poor instruction from fathers (I appear to have earned a pass there) and went on to discuss remedies, either watches or walls.

My daughter says girls are told to “hit the wall with the ball,” in other words pretend there’s a wall behind them and reach for it before going into their throwing motion.  “But that gives them all sorts of bad mechanics.”  Coach Buk prefers the double-watch approach, whereby the player fielding a ball pretends she has watches on both hands which she should check before throwing; apparently, this will lead to a nice, compact throwing motion .  Me, I think you take your kid out when they’re four or five and play catch—first with a wiffle ball, then a baseball—until they’ve got it down.
Mets over Dodgers, 3-1, and we go to sleep a family one more time.

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