The Crack of the Bat Means Spring has Sprung
What an exciting time of the year. Spring is in the air. The cool, crisp feeling of morning stimulates the flow of energy. And baseball, with all its exciting challenges, is underway.
Living directly across the street from the Recreation Department and baseball park is an experience beyond compare. Pretend for a few moments that you are with me on this exhilarating experience through baseball season.
One spring morning while walking in my yard looking at the branches and pinecones strung throughout, I glance across the street and see a slight bit of activity – Tom Precht and his “crew”, checking out the baseball fields, surmising what needs to be done to “get the show on the road.” In the weeks that follow, the workers and I work towards getting our yards in shape, cutting grass and grooming the fields.
Then it happens, “Hey, that’s coach Miller out there playing ball with his boy,” said one of my children. As I drive out of my driveway a feeling of excitement comes over me…the spirit of “baseball fever” is in the air.
Gradually, little by little, moms, dads, children, friends, classmates are beginning to infiltrate the baseball park – “Hey, catch the ball,” “Run – Run!” “Swing level – keep your eye on the ball!” All these and many more remarks fill the air.
Yes, teams are out there now. Coaches and players are decked out in shorts and baseball caps, bearing the names of their favorite teams or even just an advertisement for a place of business. (Ever notice how many different printouts there are on baseball caps?)
The baseball games are just beginning. And, as I recall, the excitement grows in intensity. And finally games, tournaments and full swing baseball – competitive players developed to their fullest potential – fine-tuned baseball. Baseball at its best. Cheering fans “getting into the games;” coachs “calling the shots;” encouraging remarks; quiet lapses, when we know the feelings are intense and the games are close.
Baseball at its close-quiet, almost as a cemetery. All is ended. The fields lie desolate and abandoned – until the spring.
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