Matthew A. Dunaway June 2018

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June 2018

HIT THE DIAMOND Memories at the Ballpark

In my family, June is the height of baseball season. My son plays baseball and my daughter plays softball, so for the first part of the summer, we’re at the ballpark almost all the time. I love watching my kids play. In the past, I’ve talked about how I don’t believe sports should ever be “the most important thing,” but I am happy for the physical exercise, mental discipline, and emotional growth being part of a sports team encourages in my kids.

got so filthy, I was worried my mom wasn’t going to let me back into her car! Fortunately, she loved me too much to leave me at the ballpark, though she did make me ride down on the baseboard so I wouldn’t get dirt all over the seats! Don’t

ask me what I got into — I can’t recall — but if you’ve had little kids, you know they always find a way. When I got old enough to play on a team, I was thrilled. Playing ball as a kid was a lot different for me than it is for my kids now. Today, when my kids pile into the car to go to practice, they are each carrying a duffle bag full of equipment. When I played, all I needed was a bat, a hat, and my glove. Good thing, too. I don’t think I could have carried a huge duffle bag to practice on my bike! Keep in mind: This was the 1980s in a much smaller town, so I could ride my bike anywhere. I also remember baseball being far less hectic when I played. Even when my kids are just a few weeks into baseball or softball season, I’m shocked by how much running around and planning there is to do. Baseball season felt much simpler when I was a kid. To be fair, though, I was a kid! There’s a good chance things were extraordinarily hectic for my parents.

One thing that hasn’t changed is how fun ball games are. When I played baseball, my favorite part of the season was going out to games in Montgomery. The other team would always get a little cocky. They saw us as “the little guys” who couldn’t possible compete with the big-city teams. I’ll admit, it felt good to beat those teams. Every year, I played with the same group of guys. We became closer friends and better players each season, and we taught those big-city teams to never underestimate the underdogs. Today, I guess my kids would be considered part of those big-city teams. It’s pretty cool to see them playing the sport I loved when I was their age, making friends and memories they’ll remember for years to come.

Every year, I played with the same group of guys. We became closer friends and better players each season, and we taught those big-city teams to never underestimate the underdogs.

I have a lot of fond memories at the ballpark — a lifetime of them, in fact! I remember going out to my older brother’s baseball games to cheer him on when I was really young. As a 7-year-old, I’d get bored of cheering pretty early on and go to the back of the field to play around and get ridiculously dirty. One time, I

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