Nothing beats a spoonful of peanut butter and raisins after a 15 hour work day. That seems to be my go-to lately. Too bad I'm out of raisins now. Nothing like putting on a pair of sweats, my headphones in listening to country and eating peanut butter. I don't have to talk to ANYONE which is a rare occurrence at this place. Usually I'm always answering the usual questions "where's the bathroom", "what's the record for home runs in a game", "are you a local or just here for the summer?", "what goes on at this place in the winter?", "what time is closing ceremonies?", "the umpire needs more baseballs on field 4", "can we start the game yet?", "is it a warning or automatic out if the batter throws the bat?" Finally some peace at night! I should probably lay off the peanut butter though. Thank God for Megan who sent me a jar of my favorite Skippy Natural peanut butter :) It's the real little things I've learned to really appreciate.
Currently I'm listening to "Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks. You better believe this song will be played at my wedding and one day I WILL sing this karaoke.
People here ask me all the time if I'm a local, or in college, or if this is just a summer job. I give them the same schpeal I've giving 300 other times about how I wanted an adventure this summer so I moved 2000 miles from home and here I am. The look on people's faces (usually moms) is priceless especially when they find out I live in the barracks. But then they realize how much money I'll be making and what kind of experience I'm having. I don't regret being here in any way. I've learned a ton! I can definitely say that after this summer I'll be a better coach, friend, community citizen and later in life mom and wife. You learn a lot by observing thousands of people daily. Last week I saw what I thought was some of the best coaching I've seen here. It was on Wednesday (single elimination tournament begins) and there was a team from northern California. This low-seeded team had three coaches each in his twenties. They played their first game at 10am and won which meant they played the next game and won that, played again and won that and then played their FOURTH game of the day at 5:30pm. They never once complained about playing so many games. Their coaches let the boys coach themselves. They stepped back and let the boys captain the team. No boy ever cried (unusual for 12 year old boys especially when they strike out). Their parents were always positive and constantly cheering. The coaches never stomped the ground or hit anything; their voices only raised to give positive comments. It's the little things that really make a big difference in a team's performance. It's times like these when I really like my job.
Currently I'm listening to "Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks. You better believe this song will be played at my wedding and one day I WILL sing this karaoke.
People here ask me all the time if I'm a local, or in college, or if this is just a summer job. I give them the same schpeal I've giving 300 other times about how I wanted an adventure this summer so I moved 2000 miles from home and here I am. The look on people's faces (usually moms) is priceless especially when they find out I live in the barracks. But then they realize how much money I'll be making and what kind of experience I'm having. I don't regret being here in any way. I've learned a ton! I can definitely say that after this summer I'll be a better coach, friend, community citizen and later in life mom and wife. You learn a lot by observing thousands of people daily. Last week I saw what I thought was some of the best coaching I've seen here. It was on Wednesday (single elimination tournament begins) and there was a team from northern California. This low-seeded team had three coaches each in his twenties. They played their first game at 10am and won which meant they played the next game and won that, played again and won that and then played their FOURTH game of the day at 5:30pm. They never once complained about playing so many games. Their coaches let the boys coach themselves. They stepped back and let the boys captain the team. No boy ever cried (unusual for 12 year old boys especially when they strike out). Their parents were always positive and constantly cheering. The coaches never stomped the ground or hit anything; their voices only raised to give positive comments. It's the little things that really make a big difference in a team's performance. It's times like these when I really like my job.
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