The other team’s pee wee baseball coach yells at your coach, and the two men almost get into a fist fight. And you’re disgusted by both of them, and baseball, and life. Then your son gets his first non-tee hit, and eventually advances to score, and he’s so proud he’s bursting, and he can’t wait to give you a high five. And you’re intoxicated by him, and baseball, and life.