It is a Saturday in the month of May, so normally this means that we are at the ballpark for several hours. Our record is ten hours there – and that’s not a record I am too eager to top. Today, though, we got an unexpected break. Yesterday’s storms caused the fields to become a muddy mess, so all games were cancelled. I can tell you that one-third of our household cheered at this news.
Even though today is baseball-free (aside from the Giants game on TV tonight, of course), roughly 36.223% of my time is spent at baseball games, so today I will focus on something excellent that happened at my son’s game the other night.
Although my son is a pretty good little player (if I do say so myself) he is on a team that is decidedly not good. In fact, two nights ago they got their first win of the season. After 11 games, they finally won! Woo-hoo!
Anyway, one of the players on his team is not what you would call a natural athlete. He doesn’t have a powerful arm, he doesn’t swing the bat well at all, and more often than not he just stands at the plate, swinging away until three strikes are called and then runs back to the dugout.
But the kid loves to play. He is always bouncing around with excitement, cheering on the other players, and gives 100% effort to all that he does. Even when he’s picking the flowers out in the field, he is doing it with gusto.
The other night, though, was an incredible night. He stepped up to the plate and after the first two strikes were called, it finally happened. He swung his bat around and somehow connected with the ball. It bounced to the ground and the kid stood there shocked for a second. Finally he heard everyone screaming at him to run, and he ran as fast as he could towards first base.
The third baseman ran and scooped up the ball and tossed it over in what would seem to be an obvious out, but instead it bounced off the top of the first baseman’s glove and flew behind him.
Our batter rounded first and jogged over to second, barely beating the throw. He stood on the base pumping his arms in the air, and his mom, who was sitting in front of us, turned around and said, “He did it! He did it! His first hit of the season, and it was a double!”
The whole crowd cheered.
When it came time for the coach to hand out the game ball, who do you think he gave it to?
Was it the pitcher who made three diving stops to keep the opposing team from going ahead? Nope. How about the second baseman that caught a line-drive for a pivotal out? Or maybe the kid who hit the 3 RBI triple to secure the winning runs? No, they don’t have the ball either.
Coach gave the game ball to the kid who got his first hit.
When the kid asked if he got the game ball because he hit a double, Coach just smiled and shook his head. “No,” he said. “That was great, but you got the ball because you always try your best and you never give up.”
The kid showed his mom, and I honestly don’t know who had a bigger smile. It was an excellent moment, and yeah, I cried.
See you tomorrow!