You see, I'm one of those Dads that started in baseball because my son wanted to play t-ball and now I think I may just register my kid each year because I can't register myself. And, I don't play vicariously through my son - no, no, I'm worse! I have my own thing going. I'm out there each game, smack dab in the middle of the action! Oh, yeah!
It's Tuesday evening, we have a game at our home park and off we go as if to war, toting all the necessary gear - catcher's equipment, gloves, bat, uniform and iPad 2! That's right, iPad 2. I've got a new app that will revolutionize the way that I can score the game and provide information to my fellow coaches. To contrast my previous equipment for this task, the iPad 2 replaces a pitch-count clicker - $5 at any sports store.
That's right, enough said - by the third inning the iPad was in the car and I couldn't even tell my comrades the number of pitches our pitcher had thrown. No more details for you because I'm not really sure what happened myself. I remember people laughing and having to ask a teenager why he wanted to know who's mom the nice looking woman (my wife) in the bleachers was.
Here's my point. Sometimes we can be so caught up in trying to manage the small stuff that the big picture is secondary or even worse, completely out of control. This approach will lead to failure and a group of real ball players and coaches watching you try to catch up with your clicker!
Apply generously to your life.
Blessings,
Brad
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