Garrett was so excited to play t-ball this summer - until the first game. He absolutely wigged out. He wanted nothing to do with it. We managed to get him to bat the last inning so that he "participated" enough to get the zinger and gatorade that only the "players" get. By the third game we had made significant progress and got him to play a couple innings. His lack of knowledge thus leading to anxiety about the unknown is partially our fault as parents, we've hit the ball with him and played catch but how was he supposed to know that after you hit the ball you don't run to third and that when you finally start running to first you don't need to stop and pick up the ball that you just hit. Oh, good times. That's what t-ball is all about.
Luckily, he's now discovered the love of the game and happily plays the whole game and jumps up and down every time he gets to a base or catches a ball. He definitely has a big cheering section for him!
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