I would deliver pitch after pitch, and, without exception, the ball would end up at the back stop, unscathed by the aluminum of his bat. Each Wednesday during that summer I would arrive at the park to work with James. I tried every coaching method that would come to mind. We hit off of a tee, I threw from the front, I threw from the side, and I even would show him my swing and have him attempt to emulate it. Eventually, he transitioned from his signature swing and miss, to weak ground balls, to finally, line drives out of the infield. Seeing James’ proficiency improve gave me a considerable sense of pride and accomplishment. It was proof that I not only had technical knowledge about baseball, but I knew how to teach as well; I was becoming a