Last Saturday marked Opening Day at Kountze Little League, and the recently-progressed-into-the-machine-pitch-leagues, Cole was ready to play!
Now a seasoned member of KLL, and a fresh recruit of the Red Sox team, he knows what he’s doing. He also observed the absence of girls on his team this year, and was none too happy about the change.
I rooted for him from afar the best way I knew how.
I listed to John Fogerty’s “Centerfield” at least 10 times, and wore my LU baseball cap all day. In fact, I thought about it a lot.
Having never been a true-blue baseball fan, per se, the following realization came as quite a surprise.
I miss baseball.
I miss it. A lot.
Growing up with a crew-full of cousins, we shared many a pick-up game after family dinners and on weekends.
I rarely played.
The fact is, I’m not that good. But, I’m not as bad as I think I am, either.
I have spent quite a few of my working days near a baseball field. I’m one of the lucky ones, who has loved every job I’ve ever had, including working for the Athletics Department at Lamar University, and organizing the intramurals for Walt Disney World employees.
I joined a co-ed softball team at Disney one year…The Cellar Dwellers. We won two games, and once the other team was even there! God, that was fun.
I don’t, however, think it is the sport I miss, as much as what it represents. Pull away the layers of scandal, and corporate greed, and you’ve got America. Pure, 100% America.
And, I miss that, too.