When Jagger was 2 months old he sat on his dad's lap and watch the Angels play ball and eventually win the World Series in 2002.
He would watch the screen and study the players like a little old man.
I didn't think much of it at the time but there were warning signs I just ignored.
When Jagger was about 12 months old he was already a huge baseball fan.
He would wear this hard Spider Man mask and pretend he was a catcher. He would squat in the living room then flip the mask off to catch an imaginary pop fly behind the plate. He didn't always catch the imaginary ball in the air either which was more strange. Somehow he would miss then get frustrated, then walk up to the imaginary pitcher and discuss how to pitch to the next guy.
Jagger slept with a baseball glove until he was about 4. If we left the house without we would suffer greatly
By the time Jagger was 2 he could tell you the names of every player on the Angels.
By the time he was 3 he knew the batting order and the players' positions.
One day I came home to find Jagger crying. I asked what was wrong and to my surprise he was crying because Benji Molina had been traded to the Giants.
He knows who is on the D.L., how they got injured and when they are due back.
He always knows who is the starting pitcher for the game on any given day.
He begins most sentences with "If I were Mike Socia I would..."
Every morning he wakes up and turns on Sports Center.
And for some reason Jagger prefers to watch the game through the bars of a catcher's mask.

We played probably the best team in Jagger's division on Friday.
I know what you're thinking...Their 6 and they probably don't even care if hey win, as long as somebody's mom brings a good snack. You are right on sooo many levels but our coaches have been put down all season by complaining parents and it's to the point where the coaches don't even care anymore.
Friday we started the game in a funk as usual. The coaches were all going through the motions and by the second inning we were already down 8 to 0. With the Red Sox up by 8 one of our beloved coaches gave a pep talk to the boys. The best batter on the Red Sox got up to bat. He hits a ground ball to 3rd and Jagger feilds it and makes the throw to 1st for the out. We managed to get out of the inning and the Sox didn't score a single run.
We score a few at our at bat then we shut down the Sox in the 4th inning!
In the bottom of the 6th (our final inning) we are down by 2 with the bottom of our lineup coming up to bat.
We have a boy on first base and we ground out into a double play. We're all thinking this will be it. The Sox will get the 3rd out and we'll lose by 2 runs.
Out of nowhere, the boys who never really hit well and always ditch practice start hitting!
One of our coaches walks to the stands to tell our parents to start cheering these boys on (seems like common sense but they were speechless).
Now we are at the top of the order and boys on base. WE MIGHT ACTUALLY DO THIS!
With bases loaded one of our boy's who has struggled this year hits a walk off single to win the game.
The kids go crazy, the parents are screaming and for the first time in a long time there will be no complaint emails!
Josh and the coaches tell the boys how great they did while the team eats their well deserved snacks.
The coaches, all wearing their sunglasses to hide the tears of joy.
Every game should be like that.

I am willing to admit that I may not be the most qualified to give parenting advice but there are some things that just don't make sense.
But I digress...
We have boy on the team who was blessed with a baby sister about 3 months ago.
His mom NEVER comes to this boy's games because the new baby is too fussy, there are too many germs, mommy is too tired because of the baby, blah blah blah. This kid probably hates this baby now because he's been kicked to the curb now that this precious baby is in the picture. Who could blame the kid right?
This same child completely freaks out when he gets the smallest little scrape. I assumed it was the best way for him to get attention because after all, the new baby gets all the attention now.
Last night the boy was on his way to the outfield when he sneezed a couple times. No big deal, just a couple sneezes. Boy was I wrong! The dad yells to the players on the bench "somebody get ready to go in for my son! He's sneezing and he may have to be pulled out of the game!"
We have another child on the team who is a good player but he doesn't slide when he's supposed to. Coach Josh asks him why he doesn't slide to which he responds "My mom doesn't want me to get my uniform dirty".

I may not be an expert but there are a few things all boys need in addition to the basics (Basics being Jesus, food & water. Some of you may be thinking clothing & education also but most boys I know would do just fine in a world full of stupid naked people)

Boys need their mom to be their biggest fan
Boys need bumps and bruises
Boys need to get dirty