Sports
T-Ball Time
This week, our local Dad tells us about his latest Parent 'N Me Sports & Games adventure playing T-Ball in Chumash Park.
I was excited for this week's Parent 'N Me Sports & Games class. It was T-Ball time. Several kids from the area have gone pro over the years and considering the Charger's current Valley Invitational run, I knew it wasn't too soon for my 3-year-old to start playing. Not to mention, we are avid baseball fans at home. This was the perfect opportunity to get my kid in front of a tee.
While the thermometer only read 81 degrees, the humidity was uncharacteristically high for an Agoura Hills summer morning at Chumash Park. Various activity stations were positioned in shady spots, awaiting the imminent blitz of 2- to 4-year-old participants and their parents. Coach Andy announced that we would be taking extra water breaks. I was relieved.
During the stretches, he added a new move, which the kids enjoyed. This involved bending over to touch our toes with our knees bent, then jumping up from this position yelling, "Popcorn!" Everyone joined in, even the parents, for several of the repetitions.
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The game apparently reminded my son of food. We had not been there five minutes, when he asked if we were leaving to get donuts. I didn't have the heart to remind him that we had just started.
Coach Andy then led us through various activities with the kids. We began by throwing balls through hula-hoops and then running to assorted colored items and standing on them. Still no sign of T-Ball.
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At this point, kids were opting to sit in the dewy grass rather than participate. "No más," my son whined. Coach Andy took out the parachute for an activity that required less physical effort. It was perfect timing. Except, my son grabbed my hand and led me several yards away from the group. He made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with it.
"Donuts," he cheered with puppy dog eyes. "In just a little bit," I told him.
Finally, it was T-Ball time.
We all lined-up behind a couple of tees and each kid took several whacks at the balls and got back in line to do it again. Maybe it was the super-sized plastic bats or the anticipation of the end of class and heading to colder places for the day, but each of these kids swung like they had what it took to be in their own big league.
