Well, a-beat the drum and
hold the phone
The sun came out today
We're born again, there's new
grass on the field
A-roundin' third and headed
for home
It's a brown-eyed handsome
man
Anyone can understand the way
I feel
Oh, put me in coach, I'm
ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to
play today
Look at me, I can be
centerfield
This past summer our local
Little League boys went for quite a run, winning the state championship,
landing on ESPN, and coming up just shy of heading to the Little World Series.
It was great to see boys that we've known for years mature into a special
moment that they will remember for the rest of their lives. As I sat and
watched the games I thought back to another championship that may not have
gained the fame of this year’s team, but sure brought a bit of excitement to
our house.
The 2009 girls’ softball
season arrived right on time. The cool of winter was behind us and spring
was in full bloom. It was the
perfect time to head to the field.
That season started out the same as others before with no indication
that it might be special. All
interested girls went through hitting and fielding exercises to organize their
skills, the coaches met over pizza to draft teams, and practice began.
Over the years, Maddie had
played various sports from soccer to basketball, but softball was her favorite.
Perhaps it was a love of the game, time outside with her friends, or
because her coaches (Donna and our good friend) focused on fundamentals with
plenty of laughs on the side. I am not sure. All I know is Maddie enjoyed playing pitcher, to catcher, to
second base, and centerfield.
Before the first game I was
asked to help out the team. Maybe I was chosen because I used to score
baseball games as a kid or maybe because I didn't mind carrying the coach's
clipboard. Either way, after a complete review of all the other
candidates (there were none), I was given the unofficial title of Scorekeeper.
My job was to list the teams' lineups, keep track of the game, make sure the
girls were ready to bat, and verify the score with the umpire.
While this may sound like
stressful work to some, I did receive fringe benefits. Because my official
duties required me to be in the dugout, I was able to pass on my secrets to
hitting, fielding, and sneaking pieces of the post game snack when the game got
a little slow. I was also schooled
in the ways of the softball cheer. For some reason, when you get a group of
girls in a dugout they have to sing things like "to the green 13, to the
green 13", "hey you on two, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle", or "we
want a single just a little single, we want a double just a little
double...". I didn't recall
that from baseball, but found myself quietly cheering alongside. Sorry, they are catchy!
We started out the season
with a win, then another, then another. There were struggles and there were
successes, but from my dugout view I quickly realized we had something special.
We had more than just a group of girls. We had a team. In game after game, different girls
stepped up for that timely hit or to turn that rare double play. Before we knew it they finished the
regular season undefeated and were headed to the playoffs. Game after game they took the field
with a confidence I did not see at the beginning of the season and won out. In the
end, they were the recreational league champs.
A few things have changed
since the summer of 2009. Some girls, like Maddie, played one more season of
softball, trying to regain the magic of 2009, but it wasn’t there. Other teams hit their stride and took
the league by storm. Maddie
decided to stop after a realization that her skills no longer matched those of
the stronger girls heading into travel softball. She enjoyed every minute of the rec. league game and was not
ready to commit to the next stage.
For her, the timing was right as she had discovered her love for acting
and singing and wanted to dedicate her free time to that. Some of the
other girls transitioned into gymnastics and lacrosse while others continued
with softball and are playing for the high school team today.
As we all do, I remember certain
special moments from my childhood, which brought me happiness. Depending on situation, I remember a
lot of details or just a moment in time. Looking back, these didn’t seem to be significant at the
time. They were just regular days
where something special occurred. As
a father, I watch our kids and wonder what they will recall when age 30 becomes
age 40. Maybe it will be a family vacation, laughs around the school lunch
table, or success on a sports field.
It’s impossible to tell which moments of their childhood they will
remember fondly, but I hope there are many.
I'm not sure if 2009’s
softball season will make the list of the many wonders that Maddie will
experience in her life, but I hope so because its made mine. If by chance it
does, I hope to be by her side when she looks at me, recalls the story and says
"remember when…". With
any luck, we will laugh about the cheers, smile about the wins, and remember
the days when I stood by, clipboard in hand, and overheard a little girl
say...
Oh, put me in coach, I'm
ready to play today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to
play today
Look at me, gotta be,
centerfield
Credit to: John Fogerty,
"Centerfield"
Nothing like a warm hug from your coach when you are rounding third
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