PeeWee Baseball, Wine, & Churchland Assumptions
by Peter Hogg
PeeWee Baseball The bleacher‐full of parents stood and yelled, "Run, John, r‐u‐u‐n!" Their
clapping and cheering was as confusing to little 6 year‐old John Hogg (my son) as was the fact that he had just hit the ball. It seemed that this was the first year that the powers‐at‐be had taken away the "tee" on which the baseball usually rested, so the batter could hit it with an inexperienced swing. These were 6, 7 and 8 year‐old children on their first quest at pre‐little league baseball. Also, it seemed that the decisionmakers didn't realize the fact that that age child was, for the most part, undeveloped in the hand‐eye coordination necessary to hit a moving softball, thrown gently underhand in a long slow downward arc. Well, duh - that's why they (used to) use a tee!
by Peter Hogg
PeeWee Baseball The bleacher‐full of parents stood and yelled, "Run, John, r‐u‐u‐n!" Their
clapping and cheering was as confusing to little 6 year‐old John Hogg (my son) as was the fact that he had just hit the ball. It seemed that this was the first year that the powers‐at‐be had taken away the "tee" on which the baseball usually rested, so the batter could hit it with an inexperienced swing. These were 6, 7 and 8 year‐old children on their first quest at pre‐little league baseball. Also, it seemed that the decisionmakers didn't realize the fact that that age child was, for the most part, undeveloped in the hand‐eye coordination necessary to hit a moving softball, thrown gently underhand in a long slow downward arc. Well, duh - that's why they (used to) use a tee!
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