On occasion, my eight-year-old son Jalen is too intense for his good.
Board games, for example, are an especially painful
chore. Beginning with "Candy
Land" and "Chutes & Ladders" up through "Sorry!" and
"Monopoly"; I've begun to wonder if we shouldn't confine "family
game night" to Jalen's room since that's where he invariably ends up. Although, that would rob my wife and I of the
sight of our son trudging upstairs -- in tears -- while belching out, "I
don't wanna be bank-roop!"
He brings the same "bank-roop"-averse mood to
sports. His basketball career unceremoniously
ended after he was, uh...asked to leave the court for playing defense like this. J
has similarly struggled in soccer. He
likes it just fine, but his kicking skills are commercial worthy -- right down to the guttural
"Arrgh!" Anyways, after a
minute or two of running, J puts his hands on his hips and expends
just enough energy to remain mostly upright.
* -- I cannot BELIEVE I never wrote about
this. I'll be generous and say Jalen was
simply attempting to set an illegal moving screen. Next thing I knew, one child
was flat on his back and J was being escorted off the court by the referee. He did get back into the game as everyone
knew he certainly wasn't trying to hurt the other player. J spent the rest of that game pleading with
the referee to call a foul on any player who came within 10 feet of HIM,
because...of course he did.
In baseball, Jalen's gotten a bit better at managing his
emotions.
He's no longer kicking over ice chests -- as he did
during an extended hitless stretch to begin his first fall season in 2010. He's much more encouraging and doesn't
criticize teammates -- as he did during a game that eliminated us from the
postseason playoffs in 2011. And, he
takes the occasional in-game struggle in stride -- wait, no...we're still
working on this one.
Jalen WILL be ejected from a Little League game at some
point. It almost happened in our next to
last game of this fall season. (But,
we'll get into that in the next "LL Chronicles".) He wants to do well. He wants to win. And, there simply aren't enough italics to
articulate his intensity in this regard.
But, again, he's now TRYING to channel those feelings in a more
constructive and positive spirit.
After our initial set of bullpen sessions, J was ready to
scrap the fastball idea and rely solely on his 35 MPH appetizer. He stuck with it, though, and for the first
time I can remember, he directed his intensity into trying to succeed, instead
of running from failure. His early
results with the four-seamer were mixed. He threw it almost exclusively in our first
two fall games, giving up a run in two innings.
He then got clobbered in the next game to the tune of five runs.
The old, uh, young Jalen would've been inconsolable. Now, he couldn't wait until our next game. J got the start and gave up just a run in two
innings. The following game was our
fifth of the season. It coincided with
the improbable run to the postseason by our beloved Oakland Athletics. One of Jalen's favorite A's players is closer
Grant Balfour -- a tightly-wound Aussie whose
over-the-top mound demeanor includes bulging neck veins, one-man motivational
screaming and random broadcasted expletives capable of shattering the sound
barrier. (Guess which part Jalen enjoys
most.) Collectively, A's fans refer to
it as "Balfour Rage".
But, there are some things not even "J Rage"
can conquer.
Down to 8 kids for Little League game tomorrow.
Now, my son has 101 degree fever. "I wanna play. Don't tell mom", he
said. Inspiring. RIGHT? -- from my Twitter feed, October 12
We were playing the 9:00AM game and things didn't look
promising that morning.
Son's temperature is up to 102. He *might* not
be able to make his 900AM Little League game. (Hoping THAT explains the ice
bath to my wife.) -- from Twitter, October 13
When I left the house -- about an hour before game time
so that I could help set up the field -- Jalen was curled up on the couch. He still wanted to play, but it wasn't
looking good. As his father, I
knew what I had to do: leave the final decision in his
mother's hands and let HER be the one to emotionally eviscerate him.
So, my son DID make it to his baseball game. 101
fever. Went 1 for 2. In his words: "I didn't wanna end my consecutive
games played streak." -- from Twitter, October 13
Mrs. Bootleg is a wonderful mother. She'd never risk the health of our
child. But, she also knows what the game
means to Jalen. And, she knows
I'd never risk the health of our child. He jogged onto the field about 10 minutes
before first pitch. When I told him he
wouldn't be pitching, he didn't put up a fight.
THAT'S when I knew how bad he must've felt.
We played a much more experienced team from a neighboring
community and lost 7-5. My players were
undeniably intimidated early -- digging a 4-0 deficit after the top of the
first -- but, we battled back.
Unfortunately, we simply ran out of innings. Jalen was absolutely on fumes by the end, but
he played the whole game. I'm not naive
enough to think my son inspired his teammates since no one knew the context of
his participation that day.
But, there was someone in the dugout
who continues to be inspired by the child who came into this world nine weeks
early with that same fighting spirit.
And, let's be honest...I'm just glad he got through it.
Urgent care w/8-year-old son. Wife ignoring
doctor's take that playing baseball w/101 fever had nothing to do w/his current
condition. -- from Twitter, October 14
But, he's fine! Now!
3 comments:
i totally need to get the boy a tape of mr. hrabosky at work.
Grant Balfour comes from a long and esteemed line of sweary Australian sport stars. In cricket, trash-talking is known as 'sledging', and it's recognised as a tool of the trade; one of the most noteworthy sledging events in history came courtesy of Aussie captain Shane Warne.
As background, 'Warnie' is one of the greatest bowlers (= pitchers) in cricket history. He also got involved in multiple ridiculous sexting scandals, got banned for a year for having taken a banned substance (a diuretic, which he said his mum had given him because he looked fat on tv), was repeatedly accused of placing inappropriate bets, shilled for a hair transplant clinic, and is now engaged to Elizabeth Hurley. All of this is true.
Anyway, on one famous occasion in 2001, Warnie was bowling to Zimbabwe's Stuart Carlisle, who was managing to score some good runs. Warnie finally let fly, calling Carlisle a 'f***ing arsey c***', where 'arsey' roughly translates to 'more lucky than good' and you can fill in the rest. The problem was that this was a mic'ed pitch, and he unwittingly spoke those words directly into an on-field microphone that transmitted them to literally millions of people around the world. Live. Unedited. Pure gold.
If Jalen follows in those footsteps, I will be cheering loudly from the stands.
That second shot of Jalen's arm in motion is fucking terrifying. I assume the Cam Fam is setting aside a little for every paycheck for his eventual reconstructive surgery/back-to-school clothes expenses next fall?
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