The other day while watching my daughter take practical joke by his new coach stop, my eyes shifted to another batter that was being coached by another teacher. Her swings were slow, the ball was out watching his bat and trickling into the bar screen. Her hips were rolling and there was no power being generated from his swing.
The coach then took a bit 'with her to ask you some techniques that would help in its attempt to be a better hitter .. They spoke for about 10 minutes. Or should I say the coach spoke for 10 minutes and she listened.
As I looked back and forth between my daughter and this girl I realized that after about 20 minutes to hit and talk with his coach that this girl (we'll call her this girl) was snapping the ball. Projectiles were streaming off bat. That leak came from his powerful bat was reverberating in the facility.
And I understood. This is why I love this game so much. I loved that crack of the bat. I loved hitting the ball fairly. I liked it when the ball whistled into the air. Enjoy other aspects of the game as a base running, fielding and throwing were great. But, I was deeply passionate about hitting. The ultimate challenge was why I started playing this game and why I continue to see today. The anticipation of watching a batter very ready for the step. Awesome.
As I continued to watch my daughter Manteee, and this girl has hit better than others I could not help but feel like a huge amount. They were turning in front of me. Whatever those coaches and all that those two girls said they absorbed from their bus was hit by generating solid after solid hit.
I could not believe that I was happy for my daughter and the girl did not know. There is something wonderful about learning and the desire to be taught. Although I have only watched them I felt like I was part of what was evolving in front of me.
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