West Cocoa Chat

Program Note: The part of this latest post will be played by the blogger of the previous post. Yes, I managed to post 2 identical posts in a row. I feel like Yogi Berra when he said it was like having "dejavous all over again." Actually, I was able to log on to blogger from school yesterday so I assumed I was dealing with a kinder / gentler version of our District filter. When I went to post "Hell Week" it appeared the District filter kicked back in and denied me permission. Foolish me for assuming. So I came home and posted from my home computer only to discover that I had been successful. So, I guess in some ways I'm having a blog version of "Hell Week."

First, let me say that I’m O.K. The title of today’s post is not indicative of the week I’ve had, so far. The past few days have been a series of “firsts” and “lasts” for my son as he enters his senior year of High School Baseball. His “last” tryouts were held this past Saturday. For the first and last time he hit one out being the only kid on a windy day to take one yard during tryouts.

Yesterday was his last “first day of practice.” I can still remember driving up to our ball field for the very first time and observing how small Steven looked compared to some of the seniors on the team. That “look” has gone away and as one of the dads observed, your son is “buffed out.” I would like to say he gets his physique from me but I know this crowd wouldn’t let me get away with such an exaggeration.

This morning at 5a.m., yes, 5a.m., I woke him up for his first and last “first day of Hell week.” Seems our new coach has an interesting tradition of putting the new team through it’s paces physically which he fondly refers to as “Hell Week.” It was interesting to hear at yesterday’s practice how some of the dads of freshman were having their boys spend the night together in one place and sleep in their workout clothes so the carpool driver could get the boys to the gym on time at 6am.

Steven called me on the way back from Hell Week this morning to report that he had “made it” through the first day. His victorious words were something to the effect of, “Dad, I didn’t puke and my team won the relay at the end!”

Now, you need to understand the “regurgitation statement.” Yesterday at practice, the coach in referencing the activities of Hell Week stated, “I know some of you boys don’t eat breakfast. It would be better if you ate something such as a banana so that when you do puke (emphasis mine) you’ll have something to show for it.” Don’t you just love coaches and their compassion?

I believe the end result of our Coach’s Hell Week is that the boys will bond together as they strive to survive it. I just hope that I can survive it as I have to get up at 5am to wake Steven up.

Until then, sweet dreams.

// posted by cwinwc @ 5:37 PM