My youngest daughter just finished her tee ball season. Let me tell you I love tee ball. Is there anything as entertaining as a bunch of four and five year olds running around like chickens with their heads cut off on the diamond? I think not. When the most common coach corrections are “don’t play in the dirt” and “NO, NO, run to that base, THAT base!” you are in for some grade A entertainment.
One of my favorite moments in tee ball is when a team is playing defense. The ball is hit, and everyone on defense, and I mean everyone, except for the one playing in the dirt, regardless of position chase after the ball. Each player abandons their base, their position, their place, to get that ball. It is nothing for three or four or the entire team to pounce on the ball, the field, and each other trying to get that ball. It reminds me of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon, where the dogs yell, “dog pile on the rabbit” as every dog pounces on Bugs trying to catch him.
Once the pile of tee ballers is formed, they wrestle and fight to be the one that emerges from the pile with the ball. The one that gets the ball stands and holds the ball high for everyone to see showing that he or she was the fastest glove on the team for that play. Continue reading