Yesterday many of my triathlete friends were kicking butt at Ironman 70.3 Augusta (congrats on qualifying for Worlds, Lester!!!) while I was sitting on my butt…some of it on my bike but most of it watchingÂ this guy play ball:
And while I’ll admit that it was hard to look at the facebook updates and while I would have loved to have been racing, I am, in many ways, glad I was in Middle-of-Nowhere, MD, instead of Augusta, GA.
Because, had I been in Augusta, I would have missed seeing this guy pitch the last inning of Saturday’s game. Three batters, three outs in nine pitches. Two strike-outs and one he threw out at first. He knows how to perform under pressure.
And on Sunday, he was brought in as closer again. This time, one batter got a run. Just one. Which of course, was unacceptable to him.
This is the most relaxed I’ve seen him playing baseball. He was actually smiling on the mound. He was so stressed out playing for his first travel team he couldn’t perform well. His confidence hit rock bottom and we pulled him out before the abusive coaching could completely destroy him. He tried out for two travel teams this year. The coach for one of the teams pulled him aside after the tryout and asked him if he thought he would be a distraction to the other players. Yeah, he has ADHD.Â So does Michael Phelps. In fact, an estimated eight to ten percent of all pro athletes have the condition, as compared to four to five percent of the general populationÂ of adults. Needless to say, he’s playing for the other team, which was the one he chose anyway. He fits right in.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember he’s only 10. I was reading his 5th grade “about me” poster last night.
Favorite sport: Baseball
Favorite TV show: Baseball
Favorite athlete: Chase Headley (from the Yankees, who threw a ball to him during the warmup for a gameÂ at Camden Yards over the summer)
What I want to be when I grow up: Pro Baseball Player
Well, why the hell not?