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When we coached tee-ball The finest moment in sports for me was when my husband and I coached young kids playing tee-ball. We had the best time. We loved it when a hitter would hit a ball and the whole team, even the outfield, would chase the ball. Or when one would hit the ball and run from home to second base instead of first. Their little hats were so big they covered up their whole face. The poor tee took one heck of a beating. They would hit it more than they would the ball. Or when they would hit the ball, they would just stand there instead of run. One time my husband had to carry a child to base because he was so shocked that he hit the ball. I could not wait to go to the games, because no matter how bad my day had been, I knew that being at those games would cheer me up. I never have laughed so hard. If you ever are having a bad day, stop and go to a tee-ball game. By the time you leave, you will feel much better. Shelley Goff
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