When my son started to play the game - T-ball in fact, I volunteered to help. As it turned out, it became more than just volunteering.
Any who.... I gave my word of honor that for every game won, I'd buy everyone on the club an ice cream. I also gave my word that if chocolate and vanilla ran out... strawberry was definitely in trouble. After all, a man's word is his bond, right guys!
Well, game after game we all bellied up to the bar for double scooper, some with sprinkles (jimmies) and some without. At the end of the season one of the little tikes asks me.. " Coach, how could you tell who won or not?" I made up some wild story about a commissioner's office and his stat keepers, or something like that.
Years later I met some of those youngsters. Youngsters who had youngsters of their own... and guess what ...they ended up coaching... you guessed it ... T-ball. What got me was one of those young men told me about a commissioner's office that keeps great stats... and how if vanilla and chocolate every ran out ... strawberry was definitely in trouble.