This year was my twins’ first year of t-ball and they both managed to make the all-star team. Not only was I a proud papa, but because I helped coach, I got to be on the field with them. Our commissioner made the awesome call to have the game on a little league field and announced all the players over the loudspeaker. During the year, it was an incredible experience to help kids learn the game – running the bases, fielding grounders, keeping your eye on the ball. One thing I didn’t do, was pitching to our team once we got to the “coach pitch” level. So, when Coach turned to me and asked me to pitch….during the all-star game….I felt those familiar butterflies. I took the mound and had it working. If a kid swung and missed at a pitch, I used my Terminator-style targeting system and threw the ball where it would hit the bat. Six batters up, six base hits from our National League All-Stars. “Now batting, number 6, “Richardo’s Son”. Both my kids hit lefty and this was the first lefty that I was facing in my “coach pitch” career. Pitch number one was a little outside. Okay, I have to adjust the other direction. Pitch number two HIT MY CHILD SQUARE IN THE CHEST. Me on the mound (in my best Ralphie from A Christmas Story voice), “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuddddddddddddddggggggggggge”. He was fine and after a little laughing and “DAD THAT WAS TERRIBLE”, he hit the next pitch. That’s when I saw it out of the corner of my eye – Coach walking to the mound. You hit one kid in a t-ball all-star game and that’s it? I got pulled. My day was done. Six batters up, six successful hits were given up, and one hit batsman. Let’s take a look at the first base list and then we’ll talk about some players: