DD ended fall ball in mid October. I gave her 1 month off from pitching to let her arm rest. She's been playing basketball on Tues/Thurs as well as speed & agility training on Wed/Fri. She also has hitting practice for an hour on Friday's after speed & agility. The only pitching drills I've had her do is I/R drills with a rolled up ball of socks into a mirror in her bedroom. It's amazing how hard a girl will work if you put a mirror in front of them.
So last night we started back up with real pitching after her hitting practice was over. Wow. She was throwing harder than ever. Seriously, I wish I would have had a gun, because she was throwing at least 5 mph harder than last month. She was really excited about how hard she was throwing and how good she felt, but I have to confess---she was making me really nervous on the bucket. She had really good movement and velocity, and for the first time ever, I was not comfortable catching her without protection. She could tell that I was a little bit jumpy and had the gall to question my manhood by suggesting that she was afraid she was going to hurt me. Hurt me? My 11 y/o DD is afraid she's going to hurt me?? No way. I basically told her to quit worrying and just throw hard. And she obliged.
Then I took one in the shin. I took it like a man, though--I fought back the tears as I bit into my tongue to squelch the urge to scream for my mommy. As I hobbled back to her to reassure her that I was okay and it wasn't her fault, it was obvious she could see right through my pathetic facade. Her tears began to flow and I knew we were done.
I guess it's time for Dad to get some shin guards.
So last night we started back up with real pitching after her hitting practice was over. Wow. She was throwing harder than ever. Seriously, I wish I would have had a gun, because she was throwing at least 5 mph harder than last month. She was really excited about how hard she was throwing and how good she felt, but I have to confess---she was making me really nervous on the bucket. She had really good movement and velocity, and for the first time ever, I was not comfortable catching her without protection. She could tell that I was a little bit jumpy and had the gall to question my manhood by suggesting that she was afraid she was going to hurt me. Hurt me? My 11 y/o DD is afraid she's going to hurt me?? No way. I basically told her to quit worrying and just throw hard. And she obliged.
Then I took one in the shin. I took it like a man, though--I fought back the tears as I bit into my tongue to squelch the urge to scream for my mommy. As I hobbled back to her to reassure her that I was okay and it wasn't her fault, it was obvious she could see right through my pathetic facade. Her tears began to flow and I knew we were done.
I guess it's time for Dad to get some shin guards.