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The Ten Commandments
1. THOU SHALL OBEY THE COACH. 2. THOU SHALL NOT MISS PRACTICE. 3. THOU SHALL NOT SWING AT A 3-0 COUNT. 4. THOU SHALL STEAL 2ND AND NOT GET CAUGHT. 5. THOU SHALL NOT COMMIT AN ERROR OR THOU SHALL PRACTICE HARDER. 6. THOU SHALL HUSTLE TO ALL BASES ON ALL HITS WHETHER BE THY SHORT GROUNDERS OR DEEP FLYS. 7. THOU SHALL NOT ARGUE WITH THE UMPIRE EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS NOT WHAT HE DOES. 8. THOU SHALL LAY DOWN A SACRIFICE BUNT IF NEEDBE FOR THE GOOD OF THE TEAM. 9. THOU SHALL NOT LET THE OPPONETS REACH HOME PLATE. 10. THOU SHALL RESPECT THY OPPONET BUT FEAR THEM NOT FOR VICTORY SHALL BE YOURS ON GAME DAY.
THEN I BECAME A TRAVEL BALL PARENT... I used to have a regular life. (Actually, many of my friends say that sentence should say, "I used to have a life", period.) It doesn't really seem that long ago. Then I became a Travelball parent. · I used to think anything over $40 was an exorbitant price for a baseball bat. Now the contents of my sons equipment bag are worth more than everything else in the house -- including clothes, jewelry, watches, and my laptop computer. · I used to be one of the leaders in my field of work. I still am. (You have to keep a good paycheck coming in if you want to support a travel ball habit!) · I used to think a double-header was a long day at the ball field. Now after two games we're just getting warmed up. · I used to look for little restaurants that served seafood fresh off the boat. Now I'm a connoisseur of nachos and hot dogs and my kids rate a city by the quality of a tournaments snack bar! · Sunflower seeds used to be something I would see at a store and wonder who would eat those things? Now I don't feel comfortable leaving the house with out a bag in my pocket. · My lawn used to be like a carpet. It was green, mowed, trimmed, fertilized, and watered. Now I have two big bare spots fifty feet apart and dents in my garage door from fastballs that got away! My car used to draw admiring looks and comments. It was clean and waxed and shined and Armor-All'd. Now it only draws attention when it wins the "dirtiest car in the parking lot" prize. · I used to have a garage, now I have an indoor batting area. · My friends and I used to spend Monday mornings talking about a round of golf or movie we had just seen. Now I bore them to death with detailed play-by-play descriptions of five or six low-scoring ball games. · We used to sit and talk for hours. We still do-- however, now it's to keep the driver awake when we're headed home late Sunday evening after a tournament. · My summer casual wardrobe used to be made up of color-coordinated polo shirts, cool cottons in bright colors, and the occasional "aloha" shirt. Now I have a closet full of T-shirts that have Tournament Names on the front and competing teams on the back. · We used to spend our summer vacation relaxing on the beach or visiting family. Now we hit the road with 20 of our closest friends in a caravan that could rival some small town parades. · I used to be concerned that I would fall into the trap of living my life through my kid. Now I know that I'm privileged to live my life WITH my kid!!! Yes, I'm a Travel Ball Parent, what could be better! No Brainers that will beat you everytime! 1.Getting picked off a base 2.Not sliding 3.Not knowing how many outs there are 4.Missing a signal or not executing at advancing a runner 5.Throwing to the wrong base 6.Not throwing to the cutoff man from the outfield 7.Not being able to get a sacrifice bunt down 8.Not backing up the play 9.Not calling for a fly ball 10.Taking a called third strike 11.Not getting the sure out 12.Not hustling all the time 13.Not being mentally prepared to play
The crack of the bat... The yell of the umpire. The Louisville Sluggers... once again are on fire. Bubble gum snapping. dusty old gloves... As they enter the field to do what they all love. Shiny cleats. on the cold cement floor. like a hundred tap dancers, going through the dugout door From sandlot to High School... To college teams... The ghosts of those before him, Still haunt their dreams. The bleacher is loaded. Fans screaming their cheers... Everyone watching, No time to fear! Unforgiving dropped balls, winning streaks and slumps... One crack of the bat, and the adrenaline pumps! Full counts... and the spectacular caught balls... Bases loaded, Always giving their all. Bottom of the ninth... Everyone's tense... A crack of the bat... And the balls over the fence!!! The boys of summer... with smiles on their faces... Broken in ball gloves, with tattered laces From little league boys... To big league teams Nothing will ever, Replace those dreams. |
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Warhawk Travel Baseball Teams Established 1954 |
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