Six kids. Post-game, I estimated that as Third Base Coach, I had asked six kids to slide. Guess how many slid? Zero. Zilch. Nada. At least twice, they were tagged out, while they would have been safe under the tag, if they had slid.

Humph, grumpy old coach.

I asked the final out why he didn’t slid. “He (the Third Baseman) was in front of the base.”

Next up, sliding practice and a lesson in how to sharpen your spikes.