1B coach is not all it’s cracked up to be.
When coaching my son’s LL team 6 or 7 years ago I was coaching 1B. This stocky lefty, built like a fire hydrant, all muscle, came to bat. He could cream the ball, halfway across the state. He pulled a line drive right at me. I thought I could casually slip the ball like a matador by just giving a slight turn of my torso. Nope. Thud, right into my upper right pec. Everybody gasped, like in a movie. I acted like it was fine, no problem, but I had a hematoma the size of a beach ball, draining down my torso, for weeks.