Brass Or Nickel

March 8th, 2014
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As most of you know - or figured out by now - I coach youth baseball.

It definitely isn't for pay and I can't believe it's going on *gulp* 21 years now! Da irony of it all? I don't like baseball all too much neither do I watch or keep up with any baseball teams other than highlights shown on ESPN.

I know I know..... Wassup Wit Dat!

Well, long story short. I was asked by a friend loooooong time ago if I wanted to help him coach.

BL:  "Coach wat?"
Friend:  "Uh, baseball - what else?" (He's a baseball fanatic)
BL:  "Baseball? BASEBALL?! Dat isn't even a contact sport!" (BL played football and loves contact sports)

On the very first day I show up to the field expecting "teenagers" but wat did I see? Little 5-year old munchkin rugrats wearing gloves too big and hats that didn't fit. AI-GOO!   :roll:

We had a majority of those kids for the next six/seven years and it was really interesting to see them grow especially now that I run into them - or their parents - and they are now adults!

My friend "retired" nearly a decade ago and I've been carrying the torch alone ever since - at times coaching two teams in a single season. 

Why do I do it?

For the most part, I tell both the keiki and parents I don't coach baseball... I coach life. If they want hardcore baseball they've signed up at the wrong place. Don't take me wrong, the players will learn the sport and I can say with certainty that they leave the program learning more about baseball in four months than they've learned the past six years they've been playing.

I also coach in a low-income latch-key community where I've seen too many punks with no guidance or direction...... I can say that because I grew up there for most of my young life and now as an adult, spend my afternoons there for a quarter of the year. I've seen and experienced things most keiki should not and know how tough it is to be an environment where most of the people you see are struggling one way or another.

Thank goodness for having been raised by "old school Korean parents" and coaches and teachers who cared. Now I blend all the influences I've been fortunate enough to experience and share them through coaching - hopefully it'll sink in for those keiki trying to balance on the fence of life.

As each season starts, I always read this little story as I've shared it before. Some say it's true, some say it's made up and others say it was tweaked but all the same, it's a reminder of why I still continue to do what I do after all these years.

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish, stilled by the piercing query.

" I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. 

Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.
Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surpassingly, Shaya was given the bat.

Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together the held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling,"Shaya, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya run home."

Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."


 









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9 Responses to “Brass Or Nickel”

  1. wafan:

    Good teachers and coaches . . . yeah, special folks.

    Keep it up, coach!


  2. ylea:

    B.L.

    You da man.


  3. Hannah:

    Your empathy and dedication make you so special! Bless you!


  4. Glenn D:

    Mahalos for sharing dis story again. Regardless of da authenticity of dis story, it is touching neverdaless. Hate to admit it but every time I read this story, it brings tears to my eyes. I just hope dea are kids somewea out dea like da kids in dis story. I can still hope yah?


  5. cojef:

    What a lovely story. You are blessed to have an opportunity to make a difference in a child's life. Even if only one child learns from your tutoring, and became successful person, it's a positive score. I'm sure you have scored many more points. God Bless!


  6. Ynaku:

    Sorry I can't type well right now. Something is in both my eyes. You've shared this before and I feel the same every time. You go coach.


  7. Makiki:

    This gets me every time. Urban legend or not I'd like to think that this group of kids still exists somewhere.


  8. M:

    Howzit BL!
    I read that story many times from you and it anyways ends up same way with tears in my eyes. Keep up the awesome job you doing with the kids!


  9. 9th Island Girl:

    Glad to hear you can still coach, even with two little ones of your own!