Nothing is greater than a small town ball game. This weekend was the opening ceremony of baseball season. What a great event!
The Little League Field looked great! It began with a celebration of the 50 year anniversary of our little ball park. The teams were introduced, the flag was raised, National Anthem sung. Boys and girls in uniform along side their coaches removed their hats and placed them on their hearts. It was a beautiful all-American day. Then a 91 year old founder of the park received cheers from the crowd when he threw the first pitch.
I spent the first hour wrestling with an electric food slicer and coffee pot in the concession stand. Apparently, we had the slowest coffee pot on the planet. It was cold and people were asking for coffee left and right. Finally, one of the dads ran home and brought us a second machine. I brewed pot after pot until the sun came out. They picked the right girl for the job – I love drinking coffee, so I know how to make a great cup of joe!
While I was in the kitchen with several other volunteer parents, my handsome prince was coaching runners from third base. Like many local dads, he loves helping out during baseball season. He’s usually an assistant coach for softball, but this year it’s our son who’s playing. So baseball is the name of the game.
My parents love small town baseball and fared the weather to cheer for the kids. My mom used to be a softball coach, but now she “coaches” from the bleachers while she knits. Sometimes I think she wishes she was still coaching, but she says she’s happy to be yelling… uh, I mean “encouraging” the team from the stands. She’s known for being the loud lady who yells, “Wheels! You gotta have wheels! Steal that base!”
Throughout the day each local team played a short game against another. Families and friends came to watch their children. Others who had no children or grandchildren came to eat a concession stand hot dog and watch America’s favorite small town sport. It was an intermittently rainy, but fun day of baseball.