Challenged Youth Sports: News Clips

By BOB CULLINANE
STAFF WRITER

Meredith took a short lead off first base.

On the mound, the pitcher went into his windup, threw the ball and, CRACK!, the batter smacked a ferocious dribbler into the infield.

As most of the 14 infielders scrambled to pick up the ball, I called to Meredith, "Go! Go!"

She looked up at me from her motorized wheelchair, thrust the joystick forward, and the wheelchair kicked up a cloud of dust as it raced to second base.

Naturally, she was safe at second. And then third. And then safe at home, too.

In fact, Meredith Gregario always scores a run. And she always gets a hit, too. (Her hitting streak would put DiMaggio to shame.) And her batting average -- 1.000 -- is better than any major league, minor league or Little League player. Ever.

But in her league, Meredith's performance is not that special. In her league, all the kids bat 1.000. All the kids score every time they get on base. And somehow, all the kids win every game. Even when they're on different teams!

That's because her league -- the Challenged Youth League -- doesn't allow anyone to lose. Or to strike out. Or to leave the field with anything but a victory.

And though the kids are all disabled, either mentally or physically, the baseball they play is as exciting and rewarding as the brand played by the millionaires in Yankee Stadium.

In fact, most of these kids throw just as well as Chuck Knoblauch. (Maybe better.)

Four sports offered

The father of three "able-bodied" children, Paul said he "wanted to provide a recreational program for children with disabilities" after realizing there were no such programs in existence.

The all-volunteer, nonprofit organization offers programs in baseball, soccer, basketball and tennis and averages 75 players per sport. "We'll take anyone with any kind of disability over the age of 7," Paul said in defining the only requirements for participation. There's also a $25 fee that is used to purchase uniforms, equipment and trophies. (Oh, yeah . . . every kid in every sport gets a trophy.)

"Most of our kids are from Monmouth and Ocean counties," Paul said, "but we have kids from all over. We serve over 150 families."

The "we" Paul refers to are the volunteers -- many of them teen-agers -- who serve as "buddies" for the players. Some, like Sarah Milonis of Holmdel, are buddies to family members. (Sarah's brother, Alex, is a player.)

Others, like Jay Van Lenten, do it out of a sense of community service. "Although I really enjoy coming out here," he admitted during a game last Sunday.

Jay, 24, of Middletown, has been a volunteer for 10 years. "I was a buddy for 7 years and have been a coach for three." Jay was coaching the mighty Blue Jays this day against the mighty Athletics.

"A lot of these kids don't have a chance to run around and get exercise like this," he said as another base-clearing hit ended the inning. "But I have to say, I do this for myself. It really makes me feel good to come out here."

Easy job for the ump

"Everything is a strike," Tim said. "Or a foul ball."

"Huh?"

"There are no balls," Jim said. "There are no strikeouts. After two strikes, if a player swings and misses, it's a foul ball. And everyone is safe at every base."

"Best of all," Tim said. "No one argues with the ump."

Well, that all sounded easy enough, I thought, until soon into the game a batter whiffed and whiffed and whiffed, sending a half-dozen imaginary foul balls into the stands. Finally, though, he smacked a ferocious dribbler to the infield (ferocious dribblers are the most common type of hit in this league) and a swarm of infielders pounced on the ball.

And that's another thing about this league: No one plays outfield. There are more than a dozen kids, and maybe 10 buddies, jammed into the infield. Which is great if anyone hits a ferocious dribbler, but might cause a problem if someone lofts a pop fly to left.

"In all the games I've umpired," Tim said. "I've seen maybe two hits to the outfield."

'Safe' and a smile

There's Frank, Billy, Michael, Ryan, Anthony, Sara, Timmy, Peter, Richie, Andrew, Robert, John, Robby, Mary Beth, Jimmy, Alex and many others, all puffed with pride as their names are trumpeted into the afternoon air.

Each of them proceeds to get a hit. Each of them rounds the bases. Each of them touches home plate, where I am standing with a welcome "Safe!"

In return, I get high-fives and ear-to-ear smiles. In return, I get an understanding of what Jay means when he says, "It really makes me feel good to come out here."

After one inning (the entire game covered only two innings and lasted about an hour), every player has batted and every player has scored. The second inning is a repeat of the first, with all the names announced again, all the bases run, all the smiles and all the cheers from the stands. I umpire at both first and third base and say "Safe!" about 20 more times.

The game ends in a 17-17 tie (games always end in a tie) and the teams congratulate each other around home plate.

And then, like kids worldwide, they rush to the food concession for a hot dog or a candy bar.

"We'd like to build a playground for kids of all abilities," Paul tells me after the game. "Monmouth County has given us a 1-acre plot in Dorbrook Park (Colts Neck), but we need to raise $500,000 to build the park."

The park Paul and the others would like to build is called a Boundless Playground, and would be universally accessible for the enjoyment of all children, including typically able children and children with physical, sensory and developmental disabilities.

If built, it would become the first such playground in New Jersey and would be turned over to the Monmouth County Park System upon completion.

The joy of childhood

I started tossing the ball around with a few of the kids, while Billie sat in the stands. After a few minutes, I glanced up and saw tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked after walking over to her.

"It's just so sad," she said, looking out at kids with crutches, or in wheelchairs or with obvious physical problems trying to throw and catch the ball.

I know how she felt, although I had no idea what to say to her at the time.

Now, after the game and after all those smiles and high-fives; after being with a crowd of giving people who volunteer their time, I think I know what I would tell her.

I think I would tell her this: There are times in life we look at things and really don't understand what we see. Is what we see sadness or joy? Happiness or grief? Is what we see a field of disappointment or of dreams?

And then there are times in life we look at things and know exactly what we see. And now I know that last Sunday what we saw was simply a bunch of kids being kids. And adults loving them unconditionally for it.

What you might call a perfect game.

For more information about the Challenged Youth Sports program or the Boundless Playground project, call Paul Hooker, after 7 p.m., at 732-974-7729.

from the Asbury Park Press Published on June 10, 2001