Our is our good friend, Teddy's dad, John, you baking.

Banks, good morning.

How are you?

I'm doing shockingly well.

My kid is in the mom chariot on the way to baseball camp, so I bet he's listening right now.

Yeah, man, on the way to baseball camp.

There's nothing like baseball camp as a kid, man. You know, you get it.

You're playing for the love of the game at that age. John, you baking. Hey, were you a good baseball

player, man? No one's paying us. I know that. Were you a good baseball player base?

It depends on whom you ask. I was the captain of the team. Well, how about this? In third grade, first year for us, T-ball, I struck out in T-ball because I was too short, and the catcher put the tall T-all T-on the far end of the plate and struck out. That was pretty cool. Fourth grade, I was playing right field, picking Dandelons. Fifth grade, new coach, coach Mackenzie.

And all of a sudden, I'm batting first. I'm the captain of the team. I'm the starting catcher. I'm also the leading hitter. So that shows you what coaching can do, and that's probably why I've been so attracted to coaching. I written an essay about him. So if Google my name and Coach Mack, you'll see what a coach can do. and luck that caught a hold of him before he passed away a few years ago.

He's out in Arizona, long gone from my life after like sixth grade. So captain, fifth, sixth, and seventh grade. And then we changed teams. Our team got split up. Half our team went to one of the best teams in the city. The other half went to Lampshel, zero and everything for two, three years.

Very impressive.

But still made Clegg's junior high school team.

Should have kept playing if I was smart, JV baseball at Huron.

But stop for hockey and then started coaching baseball, of course, at Clegg, city champs one year, and coaching Teddy's teams now as well. So how about there's a long answer for that question. So it boils down to this, Sam, I was half a player. I was very good at catching the ball as a catcher, very good at keeping the ball from hitting the fence, which at that level is more important than your arm, because that happens a lot more than steals, of course.

But so-so arm, I can only get them out at third base once in a while, second, not very often.

So good glove, no arm, hitting, good contact, no power, bunting, great bunter, no speed.

So, yeah, there I am.

Half a baseball player. So, B, there I am. Half a baseball player.

So, Bakes, most of the time I cut you some slack for your athletic experience or extra of.

But striking out in T-ball, man, I don't know that I've ever heard of that.

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