No dad on the planet talks to his sons and daughter more than I did or do.
The last thing I need is to be questioned about what I could’ve done to prevent, as a dad, the injuries that hit my sons. Seriously.
If a dad gets involved with his pitcher/son…and the kid is really good…the dad’s TOO involved. I got knocked for being pushy when I wasn’t pushy at all. Parents and coaches just had to find a reason my sons were better than their kids or players.
I was so involved that I spent time helping my sons’ peers in the game and out. My daughter’s not interested in sports because she’s an acclaimed young singer/actor. Same deal! Her parents must be pushy if she’s better than her peers.
Did I learn anything from my 5-foot-10, 175 pound, right-handed, 21-year-old son with an 84 mph fastball pitching in college tore his UCL that I could’ve used to keep my 6-foot-1, 180 pound, left-handed, teen son with an 86 mph fastball, pitching in youth and high school baseball from injuring his UCL?
Well, I learned that elbow problems are actually hereditary. Who knew? I stopped pitching in college and became a second baseman with “tennis elbow.” My middle son’s elbow problem ended his career as a college shortstop. The pain and hassle just made the game no fun for him.
I learned the UCL isn’t meant to handle the stress of pitching a baseball.
Only an idiot would raise the youngest son based on him not injuring his elbow. I guess I could’ve had him throw underhand?
Be real careful when you start to question parenting when we don’t know a thing about one another or how my youngsters were actually raised, OK?