Deja vu on the diamond

I watched this the other day: A youth baseball team was practicing. The practice was not particularly well-run, but then I have tough standards. Several parents were in attendance, having come to pick-up their children, now waiting and watching as practice went a few minutes past the scheduled end time. I was at the field to throw BP to my son and once the cage freed up, we went in and starting hitting so I wasn’t paying attention to the practice anymore. However, when my son said he’d hit enough and we were collecting the balls I glanced back over to the field. Everyone was gone, I hadn’t notice them leaving, except for two people. The coach and his son. The coach was walking around in circles on the field, pulling a chain drag. His son was lying in the outfield grass waiting for his dad to be done so they could go home. This man had been there for more than two hours, had probably prepped the field, had done his best to run a practice for these kids, and as soon as practice was over every parent simply scooted off to their homes and dinners. Not one volunteered to drag the field so that the coach and his son could go home.

I say it is deja vu, because I have been that coach many times with a son there waiting for me. It never bothered me. I didn’t mind and didn’t expect anyone’s help. But watching it from this perspective many years later made me wonder how parents who are not volunteering their time can be this inconsiderate. I felt like walking over and telling the coach to go home. That I’d finish dragging the field for him.