~ A series about first-time events in my life, in response to the
Writers of Kern blog challenge
My writing club, Writers of Kern, issued a month-long blog
challenge that begins today. Bloggers need to post on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Part two of the test is that we read and comment on the blogs that fellow club
members post.
For this challenge, I decided on the theme of “firsts.” So
these next eight blogposts will be memoir pieces, some recent and some from
long ago. Feel free to comment and share your memories, too.
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First Pitch
Sitting in the stands or glued to the television, we’ve
watched as presidents, mayors, and celebrities throw out the first pitch of the
baseball season. I always thought Okay.
Big deal. Then, I had the chance to experience what a big deal it was.
Our friend and Relay for Life captain Scottie called one day
to ask if we’d show up the next Friday night for Cal State University, Bakersfield’s
Relay for Life Night at Hardt Field. “They want to honor survivors, so it would
be nice to have a few out there,” Scottie had said. Thinking that we’d be out
there supporting Scottie as she
threw out the first pitch, Judy and I agreed. We dug out our 2012 purple
survivor shirts.
The chipper CSUB cheerleader captain, Lizet, greeted us. She
is also the captain of the student athletes’ Relay for Life team and organized
the survivor-honoring event. As a manager gathered our personal information, we
discovered that things wouldn’t be exactly like we’d thought. All three of us
would be on the field, simultaneously throwing baseballs to three CSUB
catchers, right after the National Anthem. When
is the last time I threw a baseball? I wondered. It must be nearly 40 years ago.
Lizet escorted us down to the playing field, where we met
two of the coaches and the National Anthem singer. A slight breeze blew as the
players, some already in their pink shirts, warmed up on the diamond and on the
sidelines. Judy and Scottie tossed a ball back and forth. I just held onto one,
trying to get the feel of the sphere in muscle memory.
Ricky, one of the coaches, introduced himself and told us where
to stand when it was time. As soon as the
singer finished, we three strode out to a spot about two-thirds of the way from
home plate to the pitcher’s mound. The announcer’s voice boomed above,
“Scottie, an 11-year breast cancer survivor; Judy, a five-year skin cancer
survivor; and Annis, a four-year breast cancer survivor.” We heard enthusiastic
applause from the spectators.
I was good until I watched my catcher squat, thus lowering
my target. I prayed I could make the ball reach him. Nearly synchronized, Scottie,
Judy and I drew back our arms and let our baseballs fly. Though my throw was
low, my long-armed catcher snagged it and made me look good. All three of us
hit our marks. Roaring applause and cheers exploded from the stands.
The catchers stood up and walked forward to congratulate us.
Each one presented us with a brand new ball that had been autographed by the
whole team. As we turned to leave the field, we saw all the players in a line,
waiting to give us a handshake or a hug. That filled my heart. We don’t always
think of college-aged sports teams and compassion in the same sentence. But,
these kind young men showed us they cared.
Ah, throwing out the first pitch. It was, indeed, a big
deal. Thanks to the young men and women of CSUB, I have another “first” for my memory bank.
~ xoA ~
What a wonderful story. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mark. It was fun. xoA
DeleteSuch an amazing story. My cousin is struggling with breast cancer right now and it is a struggle for her at only 30 years old with three young children. It is good to hear about survivors. Congrats.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donnee. It IS a struggle, and really tough for folks your cousin's age. Please let her know that if she needs someone to talk to or to get reassurance from, I am here.
DeleteI appreciate you writing. xoA
This post touched my heart very much.
ReplyDeleteI felt the surprise you must have had realizing you were indeed going to be pitching that baseball. I look forward to reading more "First's".
Thanks, Iola. I appreciate you kind words. xoA
DeleteAnnis,
ReplyDeleteI love how you said the catcher made you look good. What an amazing feeling it must have been to be honored in such a memorable way.
Wonderful story,
Joan
Thank you, Joan, for your kind comments. It was an amazing and unexpected feeling. xoA
DeleteOh, you have a great theme for the blog challenge! I love it! And I enjoyed this blog-story very much! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anna. I appreciate your kind words. You know, when you get to be my age, you have a multitude of "firsts". The problem becomes which ones to choose. xoA
DeleteCharming, personable and relatable. I have never had the honor, I can only hope that I would perform under scrutiny as you did. erhaps I would be so lucky as to have the help of a supportive catcher like yours.
ReplyDeleteYes, I was pretty lucky! Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. xoA
DeleteWhat a great uplifting blog. I hope you place those pics where you can enjoy reliving the good memories of that event in your lives. Madeline
ReplyDeleteThank you, Madeline. We did have a lovely time -- much more so than we expected. xoA
DeleteI really enjoyed reading this post. That's so cool that you were able to throw the first pitch at a baseball game!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind comment, Jasmine, and for stopping by to read. xoA
DeleteWell, how cool is that? Congrats on that pitch and on being a survivor. There are kind people everywhere, ready to acknowledge all kinds of things we carry.
ReplyDeleteIt's true about the kindness of people, Kathleen. Sometimes we need a reminder that it exists; that warms the heart. Thank you. xoA
DeleteWhat a beautiful moment! And how fun to share it with good friends who've walked your same journey.
ReplyDelete~Debbie
That's exactly how I felt, Debbie. Thanks for commenting. xoA
DeleteThanks so much for sharing this wonderful first. Kids are amazing creatures. It is us--the adults--who seem to forget how to spread compassion to this quirky age group.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding us about how wonderful they can be.
My pleasure, Cat. Yes, as we get older some of us complain about the youngsters, only seeing the negative and not bothering to look for the positive. Thanks for writing. xoA
DeleteHi, Annis. Reading this, I somehow knew you'd get it over the plate.
ReplyDeleteThat's sweet, Jerry. Thanks. xoA
DeleteYour story was a home run. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou made me smile, Dan. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. xoA
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