Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Might As Well Face It...You're Addicted to Baseball! Travel Baseball Part II

 2005-2013 or 56 Dog Years
You might be addicted to Baseball when...

Searching for cleaning products to get stains out of baseball 
pants becomes your personal search for the Holy Grail.

 'Family Vacation' really means, the beach and a baseball tournament.

That's a lot of Shoes!

There are more cleats in the house than Imelda Marcos has shoes.



Or maybe the measure of baseball addiction is putting together your own baseball team. If so, I need Baseball Anonymous.

We have been at this a long time.  Ryder has been playing baseball since he was 5 years old. Let me just say, it feels a lot longer than 8 years.  That's because baseball never stops. It's a lot like 'Dog' years, every year of baseball equals 7 dog years.  With Summer travel ball, Middle School baseball, Fall ball, off season, indoor workouts, pitching and hitting lessons, our life revolves around America's Pastime. I'm tired just thinking about it.

So why did I decide to put a travel baseball team together?  Clearly, I am not playing with a full deck. I must have thought I didn't have enough to do.  However, George Steinbrenner himself would have given me a 'Thumbs Up' for effort.
Thanks George!

With a little help from my friend, who's kid happens to be an Ace pitcher, we embarked on this journey together.  We  secured the coach we wanted, grabbed a few of the best players we could find and made most of the baseball community furious along the way.  I think the Zombie Apocalypse will be easier to go through than facing the wrath of angry baseball parents.
Zombies...Not Baseball Parents, but close!
We pushed forward, scouted talent, called parents, lost sleep and finally came up with the team roster.

Let me just say, we had high hopes and were full of enthusiasm as we took the field for the first time. By the end of the weekend, our pitcher's sent 2 kids to the hospital and the police were almost called to ensure a fight didn't break out between the parents. Oh, the joy of sport!

We had a good season, won the State Tournament, and a few others. Our team had great parents and the boys enjoyed being teammates.  The season ended one sunny, Sunday afternoon and we all said we'd see each other in the Fall.  I swore I would NEVER do it again! Never, Ever, Ever, Never!

Hot Dog of a Coach
My new team is coming along nicely. We have a 'Hot Dog' of a coach, a few new players, new name and some really great parents!  I am checking into Baseball Rehab any day now.


Sheri Super is a Realtor at RE/MAX Preferred Properties in Knoxville, TN and an avid baseball fan.     www.knoxsuperagent.com   865-218-1115




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