Always a Coach

When my sister was born, I was already 9 years old. The day she was born, was the first day I reported to duty for fast pitch ‘rag ball’. A few practices in, and I worked my way into the starting pitcher role.

The picture above is me a year or so later in Phoenix retelling what happened that day to my sister, my first student. To this day, I remember my first starting pitching role all so clearly: Continue reading “Always a Coach”