5 Principles I Learned From The Savannah Bananas

And how they changed the way I teach

My wife and I at the game.

I love baseball!

As a kid growing up in Buffalo, N.Y. you’d think I was a Yankees fan. However, using the “rabbit ears” (kids-ask your parents!) on the small television in my bedroom, I’d catch Montreal Expos games. The catcher, Gary Carter, aka “The Kid”, was my hero. When he got traded to the Mets I switched my allegiance. The ’86 Mets were my team. I knew every players’ stats and will never forget where I was when Carter started the comeback in game 6 (our living room).

When I moved to Florida in 1994, all those players were gone and I attended my fair share of Tampa Bay Devil Rays (now just the “Rays”) games. They became my team. They still are, although my wife will tell you I’m the worst baseball fan ever. I follow the players for my fantasy baseball team more than care about the standings until the playoffs start. I’ll tell her, “I’d rather the Rays lose this one because they’re going against my starting pitcher. It’s only one game. They play a lot more!”

Now that I have children, I’ve tried to get them into the “Great American Pastime”, but it’s been an uphill battle. My son used to play little league, but got bored at an early age and moved to flag football. My daughter thinks it’s boring, and she’s right. She’s…