Spring Training (pt 1)

He was a wisp of a boy. His grandfather had asked him if he wanted to play Tball and he readily agreed as was his compliant and agreeable nature. This was despite the fact he'd never practiced Tball nor played any organized sports.  His grandfather had spoken to the coach and although the Tball season had already started, the boy was allowed to play. Being a rural area, rules were lightly enforced. The extent of his baseball experience at this point was limited to using a plastic whiffle ball bat and hitting a plastic ball in the front yard with his grandfather. He felt strangly out of place as they arrived at the ballfield. The boy looked around the field not knowing where to go nor what exactly he was to do. He did not know any of the other players. He was sent to the outfield where luckily he would not have to move for the remainder of the game. The boy did have to bat once during the game. He'd never hit off a tee before or had even probably held a real bat. He promptly stuck out and walked with his head lowered to the bench. This is the extent of his memories of that day. This would be his one and only Tball game of his career. This is his first memory of failure.