Thoughts on t-ball as a metaphor for life

Found this as an orphaned post.

Things I can do better:

Get started on the details earlier. I’m a terrible procrastinator. I let the list of kids sit for a week before I called my first practice. Consequently, the kids missed out on at least one opportunity to play.
Figure out how to better use available resources. There were a bunch of parents who were willing to help. I, however, missed out in two ways. First, it’s easier to recruit people to do well-defined tasks. I didn’t take the time to figure out how to divvy up coaching. And I was surprised at the number of parents on the team who hadn’t played sports at all as kids and who didn’t even know the basics. I’m thrilled that they dragged their kids out, but it really did kind of surprise me.
The second bit that I should have done here is to actually ask.