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As time went on and I started to get more involved with coaching my own team and Dimitri, getting to see Evan practice was difficult. His catching and throwing seemed to improve slightly but his hitting was
same. But somehow he hung in there, and fortunately,
rest of his teammates never made fun of him. There was camaraderie with
boys and
coaches. The coaches continued to be supportive and encouraging.
Then
games started for real. Evan would play for an inning or two in right field and typically bat just once. He had made a couple of nice plays in
outfield but his batting consisted of either walking (rarely) or striking out (mostly). He never complained nor did his attitude change. Come practice or game time he was eager to be out there, listen to
coaches, and enjoy
practice of being a kid with
rest of his teammates. The team lost their first game of
year. Afterwards
dejection and silence emanating from
dugout was prevalent except from Evan. He made a statement heard by all, “hey it’s only one game, and we are not going to lose them all”. I was stunned to hear him say that, but very proud. So were his coaches. Evan had no idea how winning was all that most kids knew playing under Frank, but he brought it all into perspective. The team bounced back with some wins. They were not going to be
dominating team they were last year, but they still were among
top. But as
games went on, he still struck out for his only time at bat. But
coaches still kept encouraging him. Frank kept saying not to be discouraged and Phil kept working on his swing.
One day coming home my wife was elated. She told me at practice Evan practically hit every ball that Frank threw to him. This was confirmed by Evan who was noticeably excited by this new development. He started to build confidence. I went to
next practice and noticed that, although he missed a few and
kids were still gathering around
pitching mound when he batted, he did get
bat on
ball. What I also experienced was something you do not see often. The parents of
kids, particularly
stars of
team, showed a lot of interest in
progress of Evan. He was
kid to really root for,
underdog. They were very supportive of him.
Dimitri and I had just finished a practice with our own team and headed to
Little League field where Evan was having a game. We arrived around
5th inning. The team was winning 4-0. Evan had not batted yet. He saw me and without hesitation asked if we could get Chinese food after
game. At first I told him no, since my wife had prepared a really nice dish. He is crazy about food and
dejection gave him a sour pus. I then said to him that if he got a hit I would get him Chinese food. He relayed this information to Jeff
scorekeeper. Jeff is a school teacher and father to one of
ployers. He has a very upbeat attitude, a lot of enthusiasm and a great liking towards Evan. He came to me and said there may be a possibility that he may not get to bat due to his position in
lineup and
game being late in
innings. But he assured Evan I would get him
Chinese food anyway.
As it turned out Evan got a chance to bat. There were two outs and a man on base. The kid from
opposing team still looked pretty good and throwing hard. Evan had always remarked that he felt
pitchers he opposed threw very hard so I always felt he came to
plate already intimidated. The first pitch thrown was high but Evan swung at it and managed to foul it off. A foul ball from Evan was a cause to celebrate and he received applause from his teammates and from
parents. The next pitch was also high and Evan put his bat on
ball cleanly. It was a grounder between
second and first basemen into right field. A clean hit.
The applause was as if someone hit a homerun. I turned to my wife and gave her a big hug and a kiss. She was elated. I looked at my son at first base and he was beaming. That look of satisfaction was enough to send through my heart this warmness and elation that stopped time, and for a moment I was living his moment. The more he smiled,
more I smiled. The boy was walking on air. The ball was retrieved by
coaches so that he could have it signed by his teammates. They did not score and
inning had ended, but
rousing high fives and genuine love
kids and parents had for this wonderful moment caused him to finally feel like he contributed, he was really part of this team. The elation did not stop. I have never seen him run so fast to his position in right field.
After
game had ended, I turned to Frank, Phil, and Kevin and told them all “Good job guys”. Just a normal thing to say but it carried a lot of emotion. The base hit was a confirmation. The desire to keep on trying, never give up, encouraging others who are less skilled than you. This is what
game should be about. A lesson about life and love.
I took him to get Chinese food, just
both of us. I looked at him and said that was a really special moment. He just smiled and said, “Yeah, it really was, I got a base hit”. No son, you and I got more than that.

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