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Articles About Perry League t-ball
The 49th season of the Perry League came to a close in a loving and glorious way. More than 60 children came out for a final night of play, a potluck wiener roast picnic and the grand finale of the awarding of Perry League trophies.
T-ball is a wonderful thing happening to me every Friday night. But Mayor Pam Conine graced our diamond.
It was around 90 degrees at 6:30 p.m., and when I got to the field there was not a soul in sight — just me and an empty, oven-hot diamond.
When Henry Campbell, 6, comes to the plate, he looks serious, like a man sent in to do a job only a professional like him can do.
We don’t hear thunder. There were dark clouds to the east of us, and more to the west. But people keep showing up, keep coming to the diamond. We decide to play.
Fiona Garcia, 5, came to bat without her Perry League cap. “She doesn’t want to wear it,” Laura Byrnes said. “It musses her hair too much.” “I feel the same way,” I said, and noticed, as if for the first time, Fiona’s fabulous head of hair.
I told Aspen Reitsman, 4, to touch her toe to the home base plate, telling her this gave her a run. “A what? You want me to run?” she asked.
I got to Gaunt Park later than I planned and was delighted: there were 120 people spread out on their blankets, in their chairs, on both diamonds.
Good people come back all the time. Like Janine and Pat Partee, who are back to watch one of their five grandkids, Derrick Partee Fleming, 2.
The evening began with a gift. Russell Besson, 13, a T-ball graduate, came up to me with a large, blue-cloth-covered-something-or-other. He told me they’d heard that our current bat-and-ball and hand-sweeper bag was old, falling apart.