Holding a Baseball Bat…How to Properly Hold and Grip a Baseball Bat…The Setup

How to properly hold/grip a baseball bat in your hands: By Coach Corey Twigg The bat should be held in your fingertips as much as possible (unless the hands are just too small). The fingers are the strongest part of your hand by far.  Think of someone trying to crush an egg in their palm…

Baseball Drill…Bunting Drill…Youth to College…With a Special Type of Motivation

Bunting Drill *Have every player on your team bunt off of a live pitcher *Each player has to do the best that he can to get the bunt down in fair territory (should only be bunting strikes) *After each player has had a chance…The entire TEAM runs a sprint for all of the bunts that…

A Story of Baseball and Cancer…The Day That Baseball Took All the Pain Away…An Inspirational and Motivating Baseball Story

Today, my best player and I sat in the car for a long time together.  He also happens to be one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. We had just left the doctor’s office, where we had been told that they needed to stop all treatments on him, because his body was…

What Makes a Good Coach?  Qualities of a Good Coach…Is it you?

  Are you a good coach?  This BLOG should definitely start to help you find out. 1st of all, let’s just get this right out there in the open.  If you are not a good coach…It is OK.  No one ever said that coaching was easy, and it certainly isn’t for everyone. One of the…

I Want to be a Smart Phone…

As a teacher, I get my heart broken from time to time on Free-Write Fridays.  On those days, the students are allowed to write about anything that they would like.  They can write happy or sad, funny or mad.  They can write literally, whatever they want.  And because it is free-write Friday, they do not…

Are You Doing Your Part?

There once was a boy who needed help.  He needed help from his parents, his teachers, his coaches, and he needed help from God.  He was in a very bad place in his life, and he simply did not know how to let others know that he was hurting.  Every day he thought and thought…

Your World Through My Eyes

There once was a girl who was a foster child.  She was also blind…And she hated herself for both of those things.  She had no real parents, and she looked at blindness like she had no real eyes at all.  For her, no parents, and no eyes equaled no happiness whatsoever. She really did love…