As much as it pains me to say, husband is the better writer. Enjoy his appeal for our local Baseball/Softball Board of Directors and then never speak of it again, K?
Spoiler Alert: He was accepted.
An unwavering (always well-intentioned, at times misdirected) championing of the sport of baseball has been a focus of mine for years. For example, in 2003 I convinced my wife (then girlfriend), a native New Yorker living in NYC, to wear a Red Sox hat to a bar and vehemently cheer for Boston during game 7 of the ALCS. She tearfully called me (living in Boston) later that evening after the game, and told me that several female Yankees fans had accosted her mercilessly throughout the evening, even threatening physical violence. I assured her she was in the right, that cheering for the Red Sox was the only option available, and that she should maybe, sorta get used to that type of confrontation were we to continue our courtship.
16 years, 4 World Series championships and 3 kids later, and she agrees that baseball is God’s (Jobu’s?) sport and owns numerous Red Sox hats (albeit some of them pink). Our two oldest children, Paigely (8) and Decker (6), play softball and baseball in the CYBSA program and our third, Riggs (2) goes to all of their practices/games, frequently running onto the field. I have coached teams for both the softball and baseball programs, and I was the coordinator for the Fall Farm League program. For the latter, we had 25+ players come out for every Sunday morning practice. Both the fantastic parental support and high participation rate is something I would love to have a hand in helping continue.
As a final argument, I offer that I have a batting cage in my backyard. I mention only as a point of reference, because, you’ve seen a batting cage right? Functional yes, aesthetically pleasing no. You have to really like baseball to stick an eyesore like that on your property.
Samuel Hansen Quinn