Can you believe that this is the same little boy who was BEGGING us to play soccer for the last year? No, he's not benched, just a case of stage fright—field fright—perhaps.
He was having a lot of fun right up until game day: going out with Daddy to purchase all of his equipment; walking the field for the first time; receiving his uniform; the first practice...all great! But, when that whistle blew to commence the first game, Ty turned around and ran right off the field, sat down and wouldn't budge!
John who was the acting coach was confused! "Hey, Ty! Where are you going? Wrong way, buddy!"
There was no turning back—not that day, nor any day until the close of the season. He participated in every practice and was actually very good, but he wanted nothing to do with playing an actual game.
We're not completely sure why he felt the way he did, but we let it go. Hopefully, next year, he'll be more inclined to get out there and show off his skills. Although, just yesterday he told me I could sell his cleats, so maybe not!
Baseball, anyone?