Articles by Jimmy Chesire :: Page 7
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Intoxicated by t-ball
So many wonderful things make up this Perry League. Like Melissa Tinker, who brought her two beautiful, athletic, eager, running, hitting boys, Kian Barker, 5, and Neirin Barker, 2.
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Cold weather, warm hearts: t-ball begins
It was cold. Very cold. And two minutes after I got there, it started to rain. A misty, drizzly, coat-you-completely, icy rain.
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A true horoscope for t-ball
My horoscope says, “You’ll expend more than the usual amount of effort chasing after others, trying to get them to take care of themselves and be safe, aware and smart.” I’m thinking t-ball. Perry League. It’s that time again.
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T-ball love, Yellow Springs style
Someone put a hundred dollar bill in our donation jar Friday night. A hundred dollars! It stuns and gratifies us.
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The tiny warriors of t-ball
It was another scorcher. Ninty-three degrees at 6:30 p.m. (though the humidity was only 49 percent, which helped some). Five kids got us started — we had 25 on the diamond before the rains sent us home early, and for the third time this season. Dane Beal, 5, is for me one of the keenest […]
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Trying to blow softer at t-ball
Mia Campbell was back. And this time with the whole Campbell entourage. Tristan, who will be 13 in August, a big brother so handsome that if I were a 13-year-old girl I’d ask him to marry me. Raven, he’ll be 11 on July 29, who is impressed with the size of his clan: “Five people […]
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The poetry of Perry League
It was steaming, the temperature in the mid-nineties, the humidity near 100 percent last Friday night, July 22. Six brave children showed up: Tommy Moore, 3, a stalwart, not missing a night this whole season. Tiger Van Ausdal, four-and-a-half, a good, strong, engaged, aware-and-sensitive-to-others kid who calls out every time before she throws the ball […]
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At t-ball, as tender as we can be
I had a first last Friday night. When I pulled into Gaunt Park around 6:25 p.m. for our 6:30–8 p.m. evening of Perry League t-ball, there was not a soul in sight. Not a child on the diamond. Not a parent in the bleachers. Not a car in the parking lot.
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Another face of our t-ball kids
Evan Galarza, age 4, shines his love beacon up at me and says, “I want to be on the field with you.” I am thrilled to be chosen by such a dream child.
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Thunder, lightning stymies t-ball
There were sprinkles of rain dotting my windshield as I drove up to Gaunt Park last Friday night, June 10, for our second evening of t-ball. Parents and kids gathered ‘round as we unloaded our trunks and we wondered together, “Should we play?”
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