Baseball is Life!

With the passing of Fernando Valenzuela, it brought back many core memories…back when we had maybe 3 or 4 TV channels…and the Dodgers were always televised…and there was no remote to change those 3 or 4 channels. My dad and his brother were always talking baseball…there was a lot of discussion over the big table at my Mama’s (pronounced mam-maw) about this Mexican pitcher.

You also have to remember, growing up in South Florida, we didn’t have a lot of Mexicans or Mexican-Americans. We had a lot of Hispanics… but from Cuba, Colombia, and other Latin American countries. Mexicans were a “California” thing. Fernando Valenzuela was definitely a California thing. He opened the door for many more baseball greats of Hispanic descent. Even more so, he was a Los Angeles Dodgers’ legend!

1990, Fernando Valenzuela pitches a no hitter with Vin Scully providing commentary

Anyway, my dad loves baseball so if a game is/was on…that’s what we are/were watching. Didn’t matter the team because his team rarely got televised. He’s a lifelong Cleveland Indians/Guardians fan…But we saw a lot of the Dodgers…and it’s all coming back to me now….Tommy Lasorda was THE coach. Plus, all these people my awesome significant other talks about often. By talk about (Steve Garvey, Steve Sax, Orel Hershiser, Mike Scioscia, and Dusty Baker—to name a few), I mean he’s given me history lessons and we have watched a lot of YouTube videos of some big plays.

My awesome significant other with Manny Mota at “Adult Baseball Camp” in 2023 at THE Los Angeles Dodgers Stadium. Yes, Marc played four games in Dodgers Stadium, playing second base and wearing the Dodgers Uniform with his own last name on the back!

I also remember seeing the Dodgers play in Spring Training…back when everyone came to Florida for baseball in the beautiful spring weather. My dad had 4 season tickets to all the games in West Palm Beach. Some days, we would go to the stadium just to have lunch. Eat a few hot dogs, watch some ball, then we went back to work or school or life. As Humphrey Bogart once said, “A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz.” Well said Mr. Bogart!

The West Palm Beach Municipal Stadium on Hank Aaron Drive was demolished in 2002. Both the Braves and the Expos called this stadium home for spring training until 1997, so there was a lot of baseball to be seen back in the day. Even to this day, I love a good baseball game. Yes, I inherited the “baseball is life” gene from my dad.

Even when we go see a Seattle Mariners’ game, we show up in Dodgers’ Blue

Once the big guys left to go play in their Major League Stadiums, we still had baseball games to attend. The West Palm Beach Expos, a “Class A” farm club played all summer, and we were there for many of the home games. The stadium shared the parking lot with the West Palm Beach Auditorium. Where else could you watch a baseball game and attend a concert without moving your car? Side note: I graduated from high school inside the West Palm Beach Auditorium…many years ago.

When my dad woke up this morning, and I told him that Fernando Valenzuela passed. He went on and on about what a “phenomenal” pitcher he was, “left handed” he added. He explained in detail (to include his hands holding a ball) that he had this amazing screwball. He also said today they would call it a change up. I could tell by the excitement in his stories, that while he is a Cleveland fan for life, he has a little soft spot in his heart for the great players of the game. I mean, who doesn’t love someone like say….Shohei Ohtani…another Dodgers legend in the making!

The conversation changed to another great player…Pete Rose. He mentioned that he also passed recently. He also feels they did him wrong for not recognizing him in the hall of fame. He said they could have just put an asterisk by his name. Yes, Pete Rose is another legend that joined the big leagues in the sky. That’s another story for another day.

Baseball is used a lot as a metaphor. It gives us a lot of life lessons that we can apply daily. At the same time, baseball quotes are gold! Here’s a few to spark memories and inspire:

“Never let the fear of striking out get in your way.” -Babe Ruth

“Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.” – Yogi Berra

“Close doesn’t count in baseball. Close only counts in horseshoes and grenades.” -Frank Robinson

“The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a man’s determination.” -Tommy Lasorda

“To keep going in baseball, you have to learn all the time.” -Fernando Valenzuela

“A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.” -Jackie Robinson

See!!! G-O-L-D! There are so many quotes, I could fill this whole page. In respect of your time, I will add just one more: “Remember these two things: play hard and have fun, ” said by Tony Gwynn. I thought I made that quote up? I have said the same thing to my kids through the years before every game or competition: “Play hard and have fun!”

Just like life, baseball isn’t about luck. One of my daughters once said, “Don’t wish me good luck. That sounds like I’m not good enough. If I’m prepared, I don’t need luck.” I had to change my way of thinking that day. Next time you face a big event or you are encouraging someone for a big event (or even just to start your day), remember how hard you worked to get where you are at today. Go out there and give it your best! “Play Hard! Have fun! Be safe!,” is what I say now.

Last quote, I promise…

“Progress always involves risk. You can’t steal second base and keep your foot on first.” Frederick B. Wilcox

That last quote is for me…and maybe you, too! You can’t move forward and experience your best life if you don’t accept that there will be risks and challenges. You want second base? Get off first base, and go get it! Why stop there? The goal is to make it home, and you have to step on third base in the journey. There is a whole team out there making the hits and taking that sacrifice fly so you can achieve your goal. Once you decide to steal second base, there’s no looking back. Whether you are safe or you are out, you moved forward. Now you are either standing proudly on second base, or you are back at the dugout “licking your wounds” and getting ready for your next at bat. See….baseball is life!

We are on a mission…goal is to see a game in all 30 MLB stadiums! Yes, that one above is my dad at Tropicana Stadium…the one that lost its top in the last hurricane. Starting at the left: T-Mobile Stadium in Seattle, Tropicana Stadium in Tampa, Camden Yards in Baltimore, and Dodgers Stadium in Los Angeles. There have been others, but I just can’t find the photo evidence.

Why I Write…

In 2014, I took a little break from the fast lane of life to spend more time with my kids. During that time I started a book that I have yet to finish. I joined a writing “club” and the first assignment was to post “Why I Write.” For inspiration, I re-read it today….here it is with no changes from January 2014. Enjoy!

Getting Started

At a young age, I started reading.  My dad says I was only three.  As I sat in his lap while he read the newspaper, I started reading aloud the latest news.  Maybe I was that smart as a child?!  I skipped kindergarten.  For years, I thought that was my greatest achievement.   

    As I got older, writing just came naturally to me.  I struggled in English classes even though I loved to read and write.  I felt confined by rules, and I was bored with diagramming sentences.  It was slowing down my writing and my creative out pour.  In high school, I started writing sports articles.  First, I wrote for the high school newspaper, but then I moved on to the local town newspaper where I interned my last semester of high school.  I felt like I was successful at that point.  I had my own weekly column for the few months I was there, and I reached my goal of being published.

    Off to college as a journalism major I went.  I was confident in my writing, but not sure where it was going to lead me.  Then I signed up for Army ROTC and everything changed.  I changed my major to political science and put all my focus on activities that would help me get active duty as an Army Officer.  I thought I had put writing on hold.  Little did I know that every political science class I took had many books to read and several essays and research reports to write.  I graduated a semester late, but I graduated and received a commission as a Second Lieutenant in the United States Army.   

    My first daughter was born my senior year of college.  My life changed completely.  My priorities evolved.  I still found myself reading and writing.  I actually had more time to read now since I was no longer chasing the next big party.  I developed  a love for military history and read everything I could find, both non-fiction and fiction. 

    My family continued to grow over the years.  Watching them all start school and learn to read was exciting for me.  Then as they learned to write and express themselves I saw pieces of me in each of them.  Seeing them read on their own is a gift!  With the struggles of life and balancing work and family, I lost the time to read for fun.  I had to watch my children read and got enjoyment from their book reviews.  I was able to write occasionally, but it was either work related or an assignment for a class that I was taking. 

    I have finally reached a place in life where I can work part time and not be financially devastated.  Two of my kids are grown up or at least by age they are considered grown up.  My youngest daughter is in kindergarten, so I have found a few hours a day that belong to me.  At first, I spent that time running and trained for a half marathon.  When that was over I said “what’s next?”  I started reading and found myself reading every chance I could get.  I read during the day, I read at night, I read while I waited in the car line at school, and I read whenever I found myself alone for a moment.    Reading just did not seem like it was enough.  I needed to find a way to write.

    For the past two years, I have done the 30 Day of Thanksgiving Challenge during the month of November.  After the first year I realized most of my daily thanks were wrapped around my five kids.  They bring me joy, they bring me anxiety, they bring me smiles and laughter, and they bring me tears as well.  I discovered that so much of what I am is because of them.  I started a journal expressing these emotions towards my kids.  I then started something that resembled a letter to each of them.  I wanted them to know my feelings when they were born, my happiness as I watched them learn to love and care for others, my feeling of pride when I watch them excel in life, and my never ending unconditional love that I felt for each of them.  Of all the things I have done or will ever do in this lifetime, the five hearts that once beat strongly in rhythm with mine will be my greatest accomplishments.  And I want them to know just how special each of them are to me.

    My greatest accomplishments in life share my sense of humor and my love of reading.  We are our own book club.  Five hearts share my love and I hope they recognize that I love each of them  just the same.  I have had the pleasure of saying “welcome to my world” five times while looking into the those precious eyes that long to see my smile.  As you can see…my world revolves around five hearts that call me “Mom.”  I want them to be proud to say that I am their mom.  Because of them, I have decided to write. 

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ADDED: My youngest is now a Junior in High School. The other four are technically adults! Two of them have upgraded my status to “Gigi”!