We had the jeans kid as well. He used to turn his head all the way to the side when he threw.
Frustrating.
My grade school team's coach was Jean Kid's father. You could see the disappointment each and everyday when we fielded balls and his son twirled around like a nancy, not really having his head in the game. One day at practice, I actually witnessed the father-son relationship completely change for those two forever.
It was the beginning of practice right after school. We were all simply fielding balls and waiting for the rest of the kids to show up, so no one was taking it too seriously. We had Jeans Kid at shortstop for some reason, presumably so he couldn't twirl around in the outfield and eat grass. Well, instead of prancing around in the grass, Jeans kid decided he was going to completely lay down on his side in the dirt "because he was tired". This infuriated Jeans Kid's father, who had to watch his doughy little spawn emasculate himself to everyone around. Lazy fly balls and weak grounders soon changed, along with the cold stare now in my coach's eyes.
Mr. Jeans tossed up a ball to himself and absolutely CRUSHED a line drive to short, where his own son was laying in the dirt resembling a seal sunning itself. Ball, meet ribs. Jeans Kid proceeds to stand up, look around...starts to whimper so slightly, then really lets it roar. He runs off the field in tears, ending up hiding behind his father's car in the parking lot.
Mr. Jeans doesn't say a word, rather he simply points at the right fielder indicating he is needed at shortstop.
This was one of the greatest things I ever witnessed.
