If you know, you know.
Bucket Dad is the guy on the upturned bucket behind the L-screen, flipping ball after ball until his arm gives out. That was me. Sixty pitches in, my accuracy was gone and my kid's swing was learning my bad habits.
So I started building. Plastic golf balls, because they're cheap by the hundred, safe indoors, and brutal on a lazy swing. Then real pitch shapes, because a hitter who only sees fastballs only hits fastballs. Then an app, because nobody wants to walk back to the machine between rounds.
The prototype is nearly finished. Kickstarter is next. The bucket stays — it is a good place to sit and watch.
