I Miss Little League

It is just about 8:30 p.m. on a weeknight.  My 10th grade son is not home from school yet. He left the house at 6:25 a.m. as usual.  He has had no dinner.  Mama's mad.  Dad is too.  The baseball coaches will probably have never had a parent speak to them (two in particular) like I imagine will happen at a meeting soon.

It is high school baseball season and the coaches are a piece of work.  We are just finding out that a coach texts the boys at 7:00 a.m. each day to let them know if they have practice right after school at 2:30, or if it is the occasional late practice at 4:30, which ends at 6:45.  A few of us moms pick up our three sons via a carpool schedule when they call. 

These boys don't drive themselves home--I think the coach forgets the boys don't have their own cars -- or they are just plain rude to parents.   At 6:30 tonight I got a text from the mom who is carpooling today that she stopped by after wondering why she hadn't yet heard from her son and that is when she saw there was a scrimmage game.  There is absolutely no communication to the parents (unless it is asking for sponsor money or to help clean the field together--no coaches help clean it).

Some parents have told us they don't want to talk to the coaches about their concerns because the coaches may "bench" their son.  I think we are past that worry point.  I think the coaches really have some balls.



There will be night games when the season gets started shortly but there is a printed schedule for that so we can all plan.  And I'll know he has had dinner.