Brought in to be an emergency substitute First Base Coach, it all started out pretty well.  I had the look down (even in flip flops).

I had the command down for passed balls reaching the backstop (Go!  Go!).

Yes, life was pretty good as an emergency substitute First Base Coach, then my son Sam hit a ball hard to Center Field.

If he hustled, Sam could stretch it into a double.  I yelled, “Go!  Go!,” with authority and my son rounded First Base hard…  right into the First Baseman.

Yes, even though I met the minimum requirements to serve as an emergency substitute First Base Coach, I have a ways to go until I can apply for the full-time job.

Epilogue – Sam ended up beating the throw to Second Base and even though his team was run ruled, I served my emergency substitute coaching duties with honor.