(I’m pictured above as M. Edgerton, second from left, bottom row)
As this publication hits mailboxes throughout Lycoming County, youth baseball teams from all over the world, regional marching bands, colorful floats and special guests will soon participate in the Little League Grand Slam Parade, headed down West Fourth Street in Williamsport to the delight of onlookers packing the sidewalks. I can attest to the fact that this is a terrific parade each and every year, only to be superseded by the talent displayed on the ballfields in the weeks to follow.
It surely takes a special kind of athlete to advance to the level exhibited at the Little League World Series (LLWS) held in South Williamsport each August. I can’t imagine the determined effort and commitment from players, coaches and parents alike in order to wind up here in the waning days of summer. It takes an extraordinary kind of village, indeed.
I’m not sure if I ever rose to such heights as a shortstop, but I did, in fact, play Little League baseball as a 12-year-old on a boys’ team. I was one of only two girls in my hometown to meet the qualifications back in 1974 (to my knowledge)—the first year that girls were allowed to play nationwide. It was the perfect pastime for a tomboy like me. What’s odd is that I was apparently so wrapped up in playing the infield and stealing second base that I never knew the LLWS existed, in spite of the fact that the games were played only about an hour’s drive from my hometown. The important thing, I suppose, was that I truly loved the game and wanted nothing more than to play.
So, imagine my surprise when I discovered that only one of our three children wanted to play baseball. The highlight that I remember most vividly from our oldest daughter’s experience was when she fielded a ball, threw it to first base and then completed a perfect cartwheel there in the infield. Granted, it was only Tee-ball, but her feat was certainly something to remember.
Thing One and Thing Two, by contrast, wanted nothing to do with baseball, or softball for that matter. I think they humored us, in large part, by participating in youth soccer, basketball and swimming for a number of years. Eventually, they expressed that they just weren’t cut out for sports and much preferred throwing themselves into their true passion—music.
And so, it began—purchasing expensive instruments followed by private music lessons, camps and hours upon hours of practice. In the end, I guess it wasn’t all that different from investing time, money and effort into a sport. Although my husband and I raised our youngest children without much influence from athletics (not for a lack of trying) and they followed their hearts along a musical path instead, both ended up performing in stadiums for thousands of people anyway.
One of them was a Penn State Blue Band member, performing in football stadiums all over the country throughout her college years. The other sang the National Anthem at Lamade Stadium before a packed crowd at a LLWS game. The irony here isn’t lost on me. They had come full circle and found a way to entertain people on an athletic field—just not the way I had imagined. The funny part was that the daughter singing for a crowd of 20,000+ had to ask where the pitcher’s mound was. I, of course, was in disbelief—but proud nonetheless, just as scores of parents from all over the world who are about to witness the Series will swell with pride for their kids on the field.
Play ball!
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