I am at the edge of a forty-five foot-long tunnel, the batter in her stance and my catcher in her squat at the other end.
The team doesn't have a chance to win and it is pretty obvious to all who watch, but here is the important part: my boys are having fun.
There are no cringe moments, like when your son swings and misses and strikes out. Seriously, is there any worse sports moment for a parent then when your child strikes out? Repeatedly? (Because, surprise, turns out they need glasses?) With basketball, players lose the ball, get it back, shoot and miss, and sometimes shoot and score. It's all in a nice, cringe-free flow.