Happy Mother’s day to all our baseball moms. You are there for us from high school ball in March through fall ball in October. When it’s 35 degrees and 95 degrees. Through snow, sleet, rain and ungodly heat and humidity. You’re there through every game of a summer tournament triple header. When the first game starts at 8AM and all the rain delays and when the last game of the day starts at 10PM. You make sure we are fed and watered. And if a teammate doesn’t have a parent there that day, you take care him too.
You tell us we are the best when we go 0 for 4 with 3 K’s. And those three ground balls that went through our legs? Every one, a bad hop! You celebrate with us when we go 3 for 4 with 4 ribbies. And you remind us that we were robbed in that fourth at bat, by the way. Win or lose, there’s a hug, a smile and ice cream.
You video the dog pile in the walk off to win the championship. You wipe away the tears when we are on the wrong end of that scenario. You got us to all those practices back to when we were playing coach pitch. You washed all those uniforms hundreds of times. We pity the inventor of white baseball pants if you ever get your hands on him. But we like our home whites, so…
So, for all the times we forgot to say thanks, a million thanks. mom! You’re the best! We never could have done it without you. And wouldn’t want to anyway.