softball

(Note: This is part three in a three-part series about giving up softball after nearly 30 years of playing. This should have been published like a month ago, but apparently I didn’t schedule as I had thought …)

I look at the past two summers and last and know I made the right decision.

Something I always worried about was how I would feel that first or second summer that I didn’t play. I felt great. I did some more geocaching. I traveled some. I saw baseball games whenever I wanted. If it rained, I stayed home and didn’t think about if a field was playable or not. I wasn’t trying to call people at the last minute hoping we had enough to play.

Heck, I didn’t even go check out any games either year.

I’ve gone back and forth with this decision, but I know it’s the right one. It’s never easy to walk away from something you love and you’ve done for the majority of your life. But there were times last year (2017) when I would have rather gone to a baseball game instead of playing softball. Or there were times I just wanted to sit at home and put my feet up. Or go out and take photos or go on a geocaching adventure.

This summer, a few guys were playing on another team. One asked me if I wanted to play. The answer “no” rolled off my tongue very easily. My thought was I don’t want to join a team just to play — I have plenty of things I can do. Much of what I loved about having the team was being able to shape it to be one a highly competitive team. There were many aspects besides just playing.

I also once wanted to pitch so I could play well into my 50s. When I realized that wasn’t my second calling, that also helped my decision along. I’ve seen some line drives up the middle do some damage and I don’t think I want to be involved with that.

I’ve had some of the guys talk to me about future years. Put the band back together, so to speak. Some of the “younger” guys are at or quickly approaching 35 and would be eligible to play, they say. The thought is nice and such, but… people have families now. It’s not the same. They might not be able to make as many games and then we’re searching for players all over again. That chapter is over.

Softball treated me well. But there are other things in life awaiting me as well.

I wish I could thank everybody who has played for me over the years, but the names would go on forever and ever. But there are some who have played with me longer than most, and to that — there has to be special thanks.

First and foremost is Leap, who pitched 19 years for me. Amazing. It’s funny to think that he had his own team in Delhi — Leap’s Motley Crue — before playing for us. And then … it’s just continued. And despite being a little more than 60, he still chucks it and hits it well. He’s always been the steady person on the team and for that, I’m forever thankful.

Through softball, I have no doubts, he gained two son-in-laws — Marc and Warren, who have also played with me for many years. Warren took a few years away, but came back for the 35-and-over league. Marc has been a steady person on my teams for more than 20 years. In fact. Leap and Marc are the only two who have been on every championship team. I’m sure there are wiffle ball games in the future, though. I’ve always had fun knowing these two would be part of these teams.

My brother Pat played a few years with me in the Delhi league, after the team he had played on for many years disbanded. He was an important piece in getting Leap to play with us, and he provided a lot. It was even more special in 2001 when we won the league championship. He had won many before it, but it was my first and to share it with my older brother was a special moment. He came out of retirement for one game in Oneonta because one of his players (he coaches high school baseball) played for us. He then proceeded to tweak his hamstring (going out a little too hard …) and decided that retirement was a smarter move. I now see why he doesn’t mind being away from playing.

Then there are people like Riley, who was a “shit, we need players” sort of guy who joined us one year. He played with us ever since, a “dirty dog” sort of guy who you hate playing against, but usually like having on your side. He was part of the Thetford’s era who included so many people that may have come on the team when we were down a bit, but helped build us back up. People like Dean, Mison, Tim, Mikey Mo for a few years when he moved back, Snaker (who, for the record, used to be our bat boy). And despite being away for a few years, Justin joined us for one big run — committing to driving like an hour and a half one way — to play and we ended up winning a championship that year with him scoring the winning run.

Memories.

The Delhi era had so many great people that have been on the team. Weav — our king of nicknames — and Lampy, Billy Mok and Richard; Higgs, Jahn … Mikey Mo the first time around. I smile thinking of the Shire and Blinkey’s era. I still remember five infielders against us… playing the bunt — and Ben bunting five times in a game for hits each time. This was during our championship year and in one of the games in the finals.

One thing I always believed in, too, was youth. It was a part of the game that was important. If you didn’t get the younger generation involved, then you weren’t going to have a game moving forward. The end of the Delhi run/and then the Thetford’s run featured so many younger guys that became important pieces to our team. Some only started with Thetford’s, but they grew with us. Gid, Sully, Matty O, Dylan … and “The Natural” Luke. My goodness. Playing softball with those guys was so much fun. In the later years we added people like Scheer (it took him long enough), JJ, Austin, and Shawn, which helped us keep up a high level of play.

Softball even shows the more interesting sides, such as how you can totally dislike somebody, then they come on your team and win two championships with you and the guys all merge. Just ask Mikey. Crazy how those things go. And it was fun in the Over 35 to play with a few different people, such as Rich and George and others — who you battled with in the past, but play on the same team and win with.

The memories and people go so deep. There are names I’ll end up leaving out here, but please know that if you played even one inning with me, I appreciate it. Each person has been part of something that I cherish.

The game will go on and I hope that there is eventually a re-surge and more people start playing again — especially modified pitch. It’s the closest thing to baseball with how you play the game and I think it’s the most pure of all softball.

It’s a great sport. I’m sure as time goes on, I’ll miss it. But after getting through these past two summers without a worry, I am sure the time was right.

Thanks for the memories.

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(Note: This is part two in a three-part series about giving up softball after nearly 30 years of playing)

Growing up in my town — softball was a huge thing. There were a lot of teams and players. At one point, there were fields all over town. Eventually that got down to one complex with three fields.

No matter where it was played, it was important in our area.

I started when I was 16. I didn’t play much on that first team, but the following year, I got a bunch of friends together and we started our own team. The rest was history. The following is a history of my playing days. It was rather fun to go through everything.

When I was younger, I tried to keep all stats. I wish I had done that consistently through the years as it would be awesome to not only keep my own stats, but to be able to see what teams I ran did over the years. Alas, we can’t go back in time, so a lot of those items are gone forever. But the memories remain.

Let’s look at everything from the past.

Starting up

I started playing softball the summer after my junior year in high school. I played on a local team that was, well, bad. Even then, though, I didn’t get a ton of playing time because they had all their “people.” I saw the same with some of my friends. Others wanted to play, but couldn’t catch on with a team.

So, I did what I thought I had to do — I put my own team together.

From that point, until the end of my playing days, I ran a team. Not that I didn’t play on some teams in other leagues — I did — but my main team was always one I ran. Over the course of the years, there were a lot of different people who played for me, be it in a league or tournament. I always enjoyed that, too.

I’d like to think it was because those people thought I did a good job running a team. But it also could be because I made sure to do the leg work as needed.

Hawley’s Era (1991-1994)

The first team I ran was Hawley’s. We were sponsored by a local real estate company, whose owner’s son played on the team.

We didn’t do well that first year and took a lot of lumps. That didn’t deter us, though, and just a mere three seasons later, we were playing in our first championship series. We didn’t win it (and, actually, got swept 2-0), but we were on the upswing.

This group was something fun. We got new shirts every year and we never matched. The team photo of us after that finals loss is something to look at. I still look at it with fondness as it was one of those teams where it was just fun to play. Just a bunch of kids playing ball and enjoying it and being as competitive as we could be.

For those of us who were likely to remain in the area, we knew it was just a beginning.

Shire time, baby! (1995-1999)

As we grew older, and some people left the team, it was time to find a new sponsor. We found that in the Shire Pub, which served as the local watering hole for many of us. It made sense for us to be sponsored by a local bar as we were at the age where, after a game, we wanted to go out and pop a few cold ones.

This era was a fun one.

We experienced a lot of success with this group and, if memory serves me right, we made the finals two or three of five years. We didn’t win one, though the 1995 season is one where we should have hoisted the trophy.

That was a good team, but we threw the championship series away — literally.

The Brookside League in Delhi had a trophy, in the spirit of the Stanley Cup, where they had a trophy that went from team to team based each year. The top was a removable pewter cup in which teams used to pour their favorite beverage and drink out of following a championship victory.

It was something I wanted to do during my playing days, and one I figured would come with time. It didn’t during the Shire years, unfortunately.

Still, those were formative years, which were filled with some great memories. A few are below.

Number switch: I had always worn No. 14, in honor of Pete Rose. But when another friend joined the team, 14 had been his number for years, including college. He asked if I would switch, so I had to come up with something.

A few years before this, John Kruk had given up No. 28 to Mitch Williams on the Phillies for a case of beer (rumor had it a box of Twinkies might have been involved, too). So, I proposed it a bit lighter and said I’d give up 14 for a case of beer. A few hours later, I got a knock on the door and a case of Labatt Blue. I switched to 29 the next season (the same number Kruk took) and I’ve never switched since then.

Shire time, baby! For some reason, this group was a bunch that waited until late to score runs. And when I say late, I mean sixth inning. I’m not sure what it was about the sixth inning, but it’s usually when we rallied.

We always would get the team together, say a few words and then we had one player who would chime in. And that’s usually when we said “Richie … what time is it?” And he’d scream out, in his city/Long Island accent, “It’s Shire time, baby!”

Many times that was our war cry and we’d end up doing some damage during that inning.

Head shaved: This was the time that we started going to states, too. And we did pretty well at them. We wanted to go to nationals, however. Back then, even with it being an NIT, so many teams wanted to go to nationals that you kind of had to qualify. We needed to finish top 5 in states to be able to go.

I told the team the one year if we qualified, I’d let them shave my head. We ended up finishing fifth in the state that year (and could have been higher — we lost two games at 3-2, and 2-1, to two teams who we always battled at states to close games. One of those teams won the state title that year), and eventually even finished 13th at nationals (it was like a 42-team tournament, too).

But after a game in the league soon after qualifying, I sat in the middle of the Shire as they took turns shaving off my hair.

Success grows: The one thing about this team is how successful we were. It was a great run, despite not winning a championship. Toward the end, though, the Shire was approaching the end of its run and we knew we’d have to switch sponsors. A new bar had opened in the town and we all knew the owner, so it was a perfect match.

Toward the end, we did have a rough year that eventually landed us a pitcher who would stay with us for the rest of my run. My brother also joined the team and caught for us, so with him and Leap it was almost like a bickering family at times (all in a good way, of course!)

Blinkey’s (2000-2002)

This was a switch in colors from green and yellow (Oakland A’s style) from the Shire, to red and blue. We also went with a switch to vests with a blue shirt under. It was a neat style change and we had a lot of fun with this team.

But what is the most important part of this, for me anyway, is that we finally broke through. If there’s never anything else to remember off this era of my teams (and this team was a lot of fun all throughout), it was 2001 and winning the league championship.

Finally.

Some of what made it great is we beat a team that featured a few players who had left us the year or two before. That was fantastic. One of them pitched for the other team, too, so it was nice to kind of push it back.

That team photo is a special one to me. With the championship trophy and a bunch of guys who played the game the right way. We had guys who did everything. We bunted. We stole bases. We had guys who mashed the ball. We played defense. It was one of the best teams I’ve ever been a part of.

And to win it with my brother, who had won oodles of championships in the league with another team, made it one of the most special championships I’ve ever won. It was also the first for Leap and Marc — two guys who are the only others to be on every championship team that I’ve run.

More on that later.

We lost in the finals in 2002 in three games, which turned out to be the final season of the league.

Thetford’s (2003-2017)

It was time to switch leagues now, which also meant switching sponsors as we were in a completely different town.

It was the first time many of us had played in the Oneonta City League, and we came ready to go. Luckily, I knew the owner of Thetford’s Towing and he agreed to sponsor us — a sponsorship that lasted 14 years.

The colors went back to green and yellow. The team became known and, in time, eventually became one of those “hated” teams because of our success and, honestly, our ability to be scrappy. I think, for the most part, we tried to play the game the right way, and didn’t chirp as much as other teams. It’s not that we didn’t, but we tried to keep it to a minimum.

There was a lot of success. And there were a few slim years. But over this time period, we never finished below .500, and reached the finals many times. We couldn’t get past one team, unfortunately, but we always competed and played at a pretty high level.

The Thetford’s years are broken up into two sections, though. From 2003-2015, we played in Oneonta. In 2016-17, we moved to Laurens to play in the Over-35 league.

It took a while for us to finally break through in Oneonta, winning our first championship in 2010. We won again in 2011, before not having the same luck in 2012-13. We got back on track by winning in 2014 and 2015, but at that point, the league was in flux and with a few teams deciding they weren’t playing the next year; and with some of our guys not wanting to play as much, we moved on.

For the two years we were in the Over-35, we won it. Games against the top teams were often fun and competitive. Games against the non-”A” teams weren’t as much fun. But that’s the case in every league.

I won’t lie, though. It’s kind of nice to know that we might be walking away — but we were champions each year we were in the league.

Through the years

There have been other fun times. We had a “tournament” team we’d throw together a bunch of times — The Hoo Haas. There were a lot of people who played with me on that team through the years. Sometimes, people would just decide at the last minute to play with us and we’d win a few games and just have a lot of fun. We never won any tournaments, but we had some nice runs and placed high up. It was always nice to make it to Sunday and win a few games.

I also played in Stamford, one of the top leagues in the area for several years, and stayed with the same team there until the league folded. I always had fun with that group. I made some good friends and I learned a lot about the game. It was also nice to just show up and play. The team I was on — Pindar’s — had been together for many years and there were a lot of characters and good players on that team. I’m glad I had that opportunity, and ironically enough, the contacts made to get on that team came from a tournament.

I had a lot of fun playing ball. It kept me active and I am glad I played in an era where there the opportunities were aplenty.

Softball has been great to me, but the time had definitely come.

I’ll give my final thoughts in the last part of this series.

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Note: This is something I should have posted a couple of years ago. But looking back, I’m kind of glad I held off on it as it gives me the chance to chime in with some thoughts. I’ll be putting this out over the next couple of weeks (one per week) here as I work to find my rhythm with blogging again.

Decisions in life will let you know if it was right or wrong. When I decided to stop playing softball, I wasn’t sure how I would react. It’s now been two summers where I didn’t pick up a bat, ball, glove etc., in more than 25 years. But it was coming and it was time.

About 10 years ago, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t hang on too long when it comes to softball. I wanted to go out on my own terms and when I thought the time was right.

Turns out, the time was right.

I played summer softball for nearly 30 years, running a team for 27. That’s a long time to play a game, but it’s one I’ve loved and been highly passionate about.

All good things come to an end.

It was a wonderful run. I enjoyed every aspect of the game, and made a ton of friends through it and had the chance to play at a top level. I watched as the teams I “coached” morphed from a bunch of high school kids who just wanted to have a team to a team that others often “chased” throughout a season.

But when it’s time to go, it’s time to go.

Over the years, I’ve seen the game change a lot — for better and worse. In recent years, it’s been tough to watch modified-pitch softball start to dwindle in this area. When I first started playing, there were at least six solid leagues in the area with this brand of softball. The season started for some in late April and went up until late August.

Back then, when you played softball, it was usually something you planned on doing many weekends. That’s what it was all about. At the peak of my playing days, I remember playing about 90 games over the course of the summer. That was with three leagues and tournaments on many weekends. And it was all modified pitch and mostly with the same group of guys.

That number wasn’t even high for some people, who often approached the 125-130 range.

That’s a lot of softball!

Remember, though, this was before the age of the Internet. Not as many people in their 20s and 30s were choosing things like golf over softball. People worked, got done, and played softball. There weren’t people with eyes on their phones or tablets; or running home to get online and such. This was before all that. So, softball was King.

After games, you’d often grab a bite and throw back a few cold ones.

Then do it again the next day.

In the past few years, I’ve seen the one remaining (all-age) modified league falter. Last year, that league didn’t even have a men’s league — only women’s. I’m not even sure what happened with it this year.

As it faltered and we all gained years, we moved to the local Over-35 league. That was a good choice. We had success over two years in the league — winning it both years. But even there, despite a few decent teams, a lot of it was watered down.

So, for me, it was time to go to the bullpen, so to speak.

Nagging injuries helped with this decision. Make no bones about it — I’m not getting any younger. My knees aren’t the best, my shoulder hasn’t been right in years and I have no power throwing with it and, honestly, I don’t like playing in the infield anymore as I don’t want to take a line drive to the chops.

It’s not the easiest decision, either, as my final three or four years were some of my best hitting seasons over the past decade. But when it’s time to go, it’s time to go.

Those final two seasons were tough trying to get people to games. I don’t enjoy playing with seven or eight, and I really don’t like having to postpone or change vacation plans so I can be the seventh player. Still, I always felt I’d know when the moment and the time was right — and 2017 was a good one to call it on.

We swept the championship finals in the league we played in for two years.

We won by two runs in the first game; and one in the second. They were highly competitive and fun games. But even though we won, we only had nine for the first game and barely fielded 10 in the second. The ending was exciting. I had a blast. But I also knew when I took my cleats off after that game, it was probably the end.

And so it came to an end.

The final chapter of my softball life was a good one. I had the chance to play with some people I’ve played with for many years; and others who have only joined in the last year or two. We had a lot of fun. We won a lot of games.

I also caught during year. Yes, it was in a no-bunt, no-steal league. So there’s not a lot of pressure catching. But that was my true love position. And though my knees ached and it was more lackadaisical back there outside of some close plays at the plate, it was a great way to finish things up.

Though I can’t imagine this will be amazing reading for some people who don’t know me, I’m going to split this up over a few postings so I can talk about softball and how it’s been for me. Then I’ll wrap with my final thoughts.

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