I figured I'd update here in case anyone is curious, and share my experiences to add to the collective experience with kids and sports. Some of what I share has been shared by others, much will probably be familiar.
For the first few practices, I was sort of in a bubble as to what was going on. I didn't have any experience with playing baseball, and only understood the sport as much as I'd watched it on TV and going to a few minor league games and an O's game or 3 in my life. I also had never done sports with my kids, and only had whatever memories were still rattling around my 46-year-old brain from when I played sports 3 decades ago. I never saw things from an adult perspective, until now.
Our coach is a very good man, as far as I can tell. He was in the Army, so he addresses other adults as 'sir' and goes by the kids' last names, which does help eliminate confusion. There are two brothers on the team, so he calls them "Big" and "Little". He's extremely patient with them and his overriding goal is to have fun. Which is all cool with me. After the first couple of practices, me and this other dad notice that coach is all alone - we had no assistant coach - so we go out at practice and help shag balls and work with the kids a little. Coach is very appreciative of this. I can't help but notice we are, coincidentally, pretty much the only parents who a) stuck around during practices, and b) are reasonably in shape. The other dad used to play baseball, and while I'm fairly uncoordinated, I make up for it in enthusiasm.
I missed the first game; I had signed up for a 24 Hours of leMons race before the baseball schedule came out and it was on that weekend. Mrs. VCH took him. The other team's coach apparently didn't understand the 8U rules and my son's team lost in a close one. OK, no big deal, stuff happens, this ain't the World Series. Little VCH didn't play very well- he didn't hit any pitches and was struggling in the outfield. He was sad they lost, but recommitted to working harder and getting better. All encouraging stuff. So after the race I started working with him in the backyard and he's getting better. At this point, the weather starts getting pretty dicey, and practices/ game start getting postponed due to rain and the field being too soggy to play. But, we kept working on fundamentals at home, as weather allowed. One particularly rainy day I took him to the indoor batting cages for an hour. He loved it. He and his older sister took turns swatting at balls and had a great time.
Despite not being able to practice as a team, the games get better. They lost the next couple, but were improving. One of the other 2 teams were also really...good. Like, suspiciously good. It also became apparent that our team was the only one with only 1 official coach. Every other team had a couple of assistant coaches. I talked to the coach about this, apparently no one had volunteered. I felt bad- I hadn't volunteered when we signed little VCH up because I figured I had 0 experience either playing ball or coaching and would be terrible. Also, apparently coaches had to pass a background check and take sexual harassment training. This is....unfortunately a sign of our times. I hate that that's a thing. At this point it's too late to do all this, so I talked with that other dad who had been helping out at practices, and we both just started acting as "assistant coaches", helping out during the games. These kids needed help, and the coach needed help.
The team finally win a game, and spirits are lifted. Little VCH is hitting balls now, and he's the fastest guy out there so he can pretty much always make it to the base. Fielding skills are not strong at this age level, so the team that gets the most hits usually wins. They win some, they lose some. There's only 3 other teams in the league, so they play every team 3x. One team is much worse than them, one (noted above) is suspiciously good and stacked with kids that seem a little older and bigger than everyone else. And one team is about the same level.
The really good team creams us 3 times. They have a 5 run limit per inning, and they hit that limit pretty much all the time. There's also a 20 run max differential, so after 4 or 5 innings the game gets called. Games are 6 inning max anyway, or no more than 1.5 hours. Because fielding is so....variable, they have it set up that you can only take 1 base per hit, unless the ball goes into the outfield on the hit, then you can take bases until the ball makes it back to the infield.
They played the team that was fairly equal to them last night. They were up by 2 but then lost by 3. Tough game. I had my first experience of light heckling- I was watching first base and there were several tight, close calls with runners from our team just barely making it as the ball was thrown and caught. If I can't tell who got there first, I give it to the runner, however the other team's dugout was right on the 1rst base side so they saw everything and one call they thought our runner was out- and told me so. I just kept my back to them and ignored them, I figured that was the right thing to do. They ended up wining anyway.
Our team- the kids abilities are all over the place. There's 3 kids that I would say bat well- they hit every time- and can catch and field decently. There's another 2 or 3 kids- and being as fair and unbiased as I can, little VCH is among those 2 or 3- who can hit, but struggle with either throwing, or catching, or both. Little VCH can really wallop the ball- he's only one of two kids that can hit it to the outfield- runs the fastest, and usually gets his throws where they need to be. But...he can't catch, hardly at all, and struggles with fielding. We're working on that. The rest of the team is...really not good. They're the youngest kids, and the smallest. One of them is coach's son. Unfortunately, he also has a bit of "coach's son attitude". He can hit, but is pretty mediocre otherwise. But he has a loud, kind of foul mouth, and talks back to his dad- in front of the rest of the team. He's pretty obnoxious. If he gets out and doesn't understand why or doesn't agree, he throws tantrums. I try to be patient with him but...wow.
Another of the smaller kids is a real clown, I can tell the type immediately. Authority questioner. Doesn't listen, doesn't do what he is asked to do. Again, he can hit, usually, but is worthless on the field. He tries my patience, but try not to let it show. One time I asked him to throw me the ball, he runs up to about 10 feet from me, and chucks it as hard as he can- over my head, over the fence, and hits another parent in the shoulder. He's...a piece of work. There was another kid similar to him, but he dropped down to T-ball after a week or two in the season, which was a good move, probably.
The rest of the kids are just small, young, and not very physical. We work with them, and they improve, slowly. But they're at least trying. You watch them play, and feel bad for them and their parents when they don't hit anything and can't find the ball.
A couple of the other coaches on other teams are real pieces of work, too. I hear them trash talk their own kids and feel bad for the kids and their parents. Stuff I'd never say to my kid, let alone somebody else's. They take it pretty seriously, like they're expecting pro scouts to be out at the 8U games. I try to make everything I say be encouraging- nice try, almost had it, or, good swing, do that again and watch the ball - trying to be helpful and positive. My feeling is it should be fun, but also that wining is part of the fun, so they do need to get better, not just "have fun" and go through the motions of being on the baseball field. With the one kid dropping out and usually one kid or another sick or something, we struggle to have 9 guys show up at a game. It's hard to have 9 little guys cover a field- even the smaller field they play on. But they do get a lot of at bats.
There's probably stuff I'm forgetting here. As we're nearing the end of the season, little VCH still seems enthusiastic, and wanting to learn. He plays well with other kids, never has arguments with anyone, and has even made a few friends- they hang out after the games and play catch. Which is awesome. One of the little boys who usually sticks around with him has been struggling hitting, and in the last few games has made some hits, so they're bringing each other up in skills they might be lacking in. Again, awesome. They have the summer off, and there's a fall league which I expect he'll be looking forward to.
I definitely plan on volunteering for assistant coach next time. I actually enjoy helping in my "unofficial" capacity and even with my somewhat limited skills my experience has shown they don't need great baseball players to help out, they just need willing warm bodies.