Softball Dad

I have to admit to being one of those parents. I'm the guy on the bleachers who is so into the game I border on (or cross over into) obnoxious. This year, though, I offered my assistance to the coach. I guess I'm an assistant coach, but I'm not listed as one. In this way, I'm yelling from the dugout or from the spot as first base coach and I look like I know what I'm talking about. It's working too. The team is 2-0 and have yet to be scored upon. The game tonight ended in the third inning when we scored our 15th unanswered run with no outs.
Alright, I'll admit a bit of shame in the glee I feel about our success when the other team is doing so poorly, but to see my daughter doing so well is exciting. She played third for 2 innings and had two throws from 3rd to 1st for put outs. (Though the ump had a blown call and they only gave her the one.) She was three for three at the plate with two very solid hits and one that would have been an out, but the other team just didn't know what to do with the ball when they got it. Her third hit was a screamer that went just over the pitcher's head, past the second basemen, and by the center fielder. It was double for her.
We have three games this weekend so I can't wait for the next one on Sunday evening.