Labor Day 2010
Reading the back of the kid’s baseball jersey, I can’t believe someone’s last name is really “Filet.” Oh, looking again, I see it’s “Filiet.” Yeah, like that’s better.
There are scads of tiny 8-year-old boys looking like ants scattered about the green grass. Focused, intense these kids are. Just a minute ago Riley was whining quietly in the car about one thing or another and now he’s practicing his swing like he’s been in the pros for years. His eyes dart around the field memorizing who is doing what where.
There are scads of tiny 8-year-old boys looking like ants scattered about the green grass. Focused, intense these kids are. Just a minute ago Riley was whining quietly in the car about one thing or another and now he’s practicing his swing like he’s been in the pros for years. His eyes dart around the field memorizing who is doing what where.
While moms dole out juice, water and
snacks and move the umbrellas to keep the scorching late summer sun off their
spectator families, dads are standing in groups, mostly watching, silently
hoping their sons do the right thing.
After a week of TV news showing death
– accidental or intentional – drugs, dwindling earth resources and dejected
employees acting out, all you’ve got to do is come out to a Little League game
on this Sunday. It’s heartwarming to see youngsters try so hard. These future
adults can be exhilarated one minute and flat out dejected the next, hanging
their heads and skulking off the field if they fail to get on base when it’s
their turn at bat.
Then in a flash there’s mine. In the
new inning he’s wearing catcher’s gear, looking serious, professional, older;
no sign of any whining. He’s calling the shots. His dad is on the
sidelines…wait, what…he’s texting? Yes, he’s keeping mom and brother who are at
another game across town apprised of Riley’s performance.
This all reassures me. On a Sunday during
Labor Day weekend a different kind of news is being made. We won’t see it
reported with the evening TV broadcasts, but we’ll soak it up, like the
brilliant sun, in our hearts. It makes me feel a tad more hopeful for our
future…regardless of who wins.
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