Ted Perry shares a Milwaukee story about spending summers in the first-base coaching box.
For the last five summers, I’ve been the assistant to the freshman baseball coach at Whitefish Bay High School. I am a man who knows his place – and that place is the first-base coaching box. My primary responsibilities included making sure my runners didn’t get picked off and schmoozing the umps.
High school freshmen either have a cockiness they haven’t earned or an insecurity they don’t deserve. My job: File down the former and erase the latter.
I’m taking this summer off coaching. I’ll miss throwing early morning batting practice when the summer air is still cool, the excitement a player has when he drives in a run and even the road trips.
My favorite away game is Kewaskum, where the diamond sits right next to a small swimming pond.
I won’t miss the music. The worst was the summer of 2012. I had to hear “Call Me, Maybe” close to 10,000 times while my players tried to choreograph a routine that would turn them into YouTube sensations. It did not.
Yup, I already miss it and may ask for my job back in summer of 2017. Looking for help? Call me, Coach, maybe.