Originally Posted by
DarkShadow
Faaaar from it.
I was the short second baseman with a great glove and better than average pop in his bat, whose parents sat in the stands quietly.
Our 'coach's kid' was the coach's kid, literally. He played shortstop and his dad beat baseball into him from day 1. I think he was taking ground balls a few moments after exiting the womb, and was forced to switch hit even though he couldn't hit the broad side of the barn right handed. The weirdest part is that he never made it far with his baseball career, while our bench warmer/right fielder ended up playing in the bigs.