It’s been six years since I first stepped foot on the field to help BASEBALLTOWN CHARITIES Dream League. My buddy Jim Holler knew I was a fan of helping out the community, and maybe even a bigger fan of baseball. I jumped at the chance to help out not only Baseballtown, but special needs children from across the area.
I accepted Jim’s invitation and showed up for the first of my many games at the Savage 61 Dream Field. The experience was therapeutic for my soul and I knew I would gladly volunteer for as long as they would have me.
Coincidentally, I also achieved my dream of wanting to be a play-by-play man for an MLB Team. Dream League may not be The Show, but I can make the argument that it’s even better – and I’ll win.
The one thing you have to realize about volunteering for the Dream League is that no one is having a better time than the players. They come to the field ready to play, interact, act silly, and have fun. They seem untouched by the world we live in everyday, and that’s what I envy most about each and every one of them.
All they ever want to do is share a smile, get a hit, run the bases, and hear their name being announced as they stroll to the plate. I want to be able to be as carefree as they are, and I hope they never change.
It’s easy to think that I’m just simply volunteering and helping the kids every Monday night, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I’m expected to be “the man” from sun up until sun down. Networking, meetings, sales, husband, father, friend, business owner – it can be exhausting! But on Monday nights, I’m not expected to be anything but the guy with the white beard who has fun behind a microphone.
I have no stress. I have no worries. I have no fears. What I do have is a raspy voice from three hours of living my dream, and a plethora of memories given to me by the best kids you’ll ever meet in your life.
Thank you Dream League, I don’t know what I would do without you.
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