Clare finds
herself a de facto football widow these days.
Her fiancé Chris is out the door at 6 AM and back roughly sixteen hours
later; such is the life of a college offensive line coach in season. So, my daughter wasn’t exactly in the best of
moods when she visited Saturday afternoon.
The Little League World Series only made it worse.
“Why do they
broadcast this?” she wanted to know, half-daring me to defend the thought
process of TV producers. But after the
scandal involving the Jackie Robinson Little League team from Chicago a few
years ago, I’m done with that. Ditto
ESPN broadcasting some 14U girls’ softball travel ball championship. Really, this is God’s way of telling us to
get out of the house and enjoy the summer while we can.
Oh, I love
12-year olds playing baseball, which is what Clare did; the jump to softball
didn’t happen for over another year.
There’s not greater thrill than watching your kid hit a walk-off
homerun. I was so blessed on July 2,
2004. I have the ball and the
memory. Why can’t that be enough for
Little League and ESPN?
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