Life
By Bayless Parsley
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March 23, 2006
Coach Bayless" -- from now until my final departure in May, that is what you can call me. I won't answer to anything else.
For the third year in a row, Central Little League has provided me with a three-month license of authority, and I intend to squeeze out every last drop.
Back when I was playing third instead of coaching it, I swore to myself that when I grew up, I would never become "that guy" who lives vicariously through his kids -- and technically, I've stayed true to my vow.
All that means is that I have become "that guy" who lives vicariously through other people's kids.
At this age, I'm lucky that I can still spin my behavior off as "youthful enthusiasm." If I acted like this and had a child of my own on the team, people would probably worry that I had fallen prey to the classic delusion of the Little League dad: That the size of your member varies in direct proportion with your son's batting average.
Coaching 8-to-11 year olds these past few years has done wonders for my ego.