Originally written two years ago. The tournament is back in town, and I came across this in my files.
One of the joys of living in Bristol Connecticut (this particular section of it, anyway) is the fact that the city plays host to the Eastern Regional Little League Championship. Each August, teams from Maine to Maryland gather for a week long tournament. The winner goes to the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pennsylvania.
We’re fortunate enough to be in walking distance to the complex - in fact it’s where Jillian plays her home games for the Edgewood Mets during softball season. So at least two or three times each year we walk or bike over and take in all the festivities.
Yeah, if you’re a ten or thirteen year old girl, it’s heaven. All your friends from the school year are there. There’s a beach volleyball court set up (actually used for wild games of killer dodgeball). Hot dogs, pizza, fried dough, ice cream, soft drinks and other ball park fare is out and available.
And of course, there are members of the opposite sex to check out. Unless of course you’re still ten and not yet interested in boys. Then you get to “heeley” around with Dad chasing you.
But the real draw…at least for the sports fans like myself…are the games.
And what games they are! 12 year old man-children roam the field like giants. They’re superbly coached, superbly disciplined young athletes. The pitchers throw faster fastballs than I’ve ever thrown in my life (and I was fast as a younger guy). They throw them from 45 feet instead of the 60 feet six inches on a full size field. And they throw curve balls, sliders, change ups - the works.
And somehow, the hitters hit them. Sometimes over the fence. Ever want to see pure unadulterated joy? Watch a 12 year old circle the bases after hitting one over the center field fence in the biggest game of his young life. And watch the reaction of the players on the bench. More rapture than any meditative state I’ve ever achieved.
What can we take away from this experience? Everything. The sense of community and shared purpose that pulsates through the stadium. The outstanding sportsmanship from both sets of parents. Sure, Little League parents get a bad rap sometimes. But nothing but exemplary behavior was on hand this year.
But mostly it’s
the game. It’s the pure joy of playing from kids who have worked, sacrificed, mastered their talents and simultaneously play with the discipline of men and the enthusiasm of boys.
It’s the will to compete and the acceptance of whatever outcome occurs, because
they just love the game so much!
Imagine if more of us lived our lives that way. Grateful to be in the arena. Honing our skills, lending our passion, and being happy with the outcome - no matter the score - because we love the game.
Have a great weekend!
Larry
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