I was on my way home when I looked over to the ball fields at Wallace Park on Rt 144. On a snowy, rainy, no sun day these fields seem so far away. But as I stopped and looked over them I can still see the teams I’ve coached running on the dry dirt in the warm sun with grass and dirt stained uniforms. I can hear the parents encouragement and screams at each play or swing. I can see great joy and great disappointment in children’s faces. And it made me warm standing there on a very cold February afternoon just before dark.

Now that our children have grown, a number of us who coached for many years find ourselves looking back on these days as some wonderful times. Helping kids learn not just baseball but many lessons and tools they could use in every day life. We have talked about coaching again but all of us are so busy with jobs and family still that time is limited. But I believe one day it will happen again. I know were not finished passing along our wisdom and desire to teach.

You can bet your last dollar that I’ll have some great pictures this spring, summer and fall of our county’s kids in action.