This weekend, the Sox were swept. Normally, that would put me in a terrible mood, but I had my own baseball to distract me.
I went 2-4 with 2 walks and 3 rbi and a run scored in a 9-4 victory over Beveren. I played left field in the first but was moved to catcher when the starting catcher was too tired. The biggest victory personally was being able to play after tearing my hamstring two weeks ago.
I woke up to discover that the Kangaroos' board had approved me and I was now the official coach of the Reserve Team.
After church I arrived at the field to the congratulations of the players - all of whom I met as a fellow player, and many of whom I've played with for a few months now.
The game didn't go amazingly, but it was certainly better than last week's game (a 30-2 loss). We lost 16-6, and there were lows (giving up a home run, plenty of errors, Max getting picked off three time, etc), but much more importantly there were highs (Guillame's homer, lots of good plays in the field, nobody ʞ-ed, we walked at least 5 times, nobody got hurt, etc.).
It may not have been the best start to a coaching career ever, but I still had fun