Little League Baseball as Culture
Tonic
By Gary L. Gregg II
(Thanks to www.theimaginativeconservative.org for allowing me to re post this piece I published first there overnight).
Nolan's Knuckler |
Tonight one of the most important episodes in
the life of the Gregg family came to an end.
With Nolan (12) throwing a newly developed knuckle ball toward home
plate, thirteen years of Little League came to an end for us. The emotions and memories flooded over us as
his mother and I sat on one of the bleachers where we spent so many countless
hours watching our four children play the sport we all loved. Those cold March nights and those broiling
hot summer days are behind us and I miss them already.
Baseball was formative in my experiences and
for the last thirteen years I have seen it help form countless boys and girls
into young men and women. Sport itself
teaches incredibly valuable lessons but baseball is different. Baseball is republican; baseball is
deliberate; baseball is particularly American.
Baseball teaches the value of merit while
giving almost everyone a chance. The
most gifted athlete can share the baseball diamond with the most
under-coordinated weakling; the tallest giant can share the field with the tiniest
squirt. Last year Nolan, one of the smallest guys in the league played second base
next to his team’s first baseman who weighed as much as I do and was nearly as
tall. Nearly everyone can play baseball, which is less true of violent sports
like football where aggression and size count so much or the soccer field that
demands too much for so many asthmatic lungs. Everyone is given a chance and
might make a play--and yet merit triumphs in the batting order, in play time,
and in All-Star picks. As much as giving
everyone a trophy in t-ball has become a standard joke about our culture of
indulgence, playing baseball through Little League teaches the value of
meritocracy and the need for excellence.
Landon in one of his All Star bids for a State title |
Though it teaches competitiveness and can
fuel a youngster’s drive in many fields later in life, it is also a team sport
that demonstrates the importance of community.
Except for the rare pitcher who can strike out an entire line-up, no
single player can win a baseball game.
Unlike individual sports like tennis or cycling, only communities
win.
Little League also helps build communities as
people who otherwise wouldn't know each other end up cheering, laughing, and
crying with each other on the bleachers.
My family lives outside of Louisville, Kentucky in a community where
almost everyone leaves home in the morning and heads to Louisville to work and
then back to their subdivision homes where they might barely speak to their
neighbors. But at the baseball park,
communities come together. Catholic and
protestant, Republican and Democrat, factory worker and professor sit side by
side as essential equals and to one degree or another share in community
through their boys on the field.
Good coaches build character. But bad coaches also build character. We have all seen the horror stories of overly
competitive parents and coaches. I have
witnessed a few of them myself. But I
have also witnessed some of the most important mentoring I have ever seen of
older men to the next generation of human beings. My most important memory as a coach came
after one particularly difficult loss.
My kids were not the most talented and they had to battle their tales
off against the best team in the league.
It was the most intense game I think I ever experienced and we lost it
on the last pitch. On that team was an
overweight kid of meager talent but a lot of heart who after the game came up
to me and said, "Coach, I wanted to cry but then I thought 'would coach
want me to cry?' and I didn't!" I'm
not saying I was a model coach, but that is a memory of touching another soul
that I cherish and know they happen every day of summer at Little League parks
across the land.
Jacob in his last year of LL. He just graduated from high school. |
Bad coaches can also teach character. Life is
not fair. Bad people will be encountered throughout life. Much better that our young people experience
it in their formative years than be blindsided by the unfair and unrealistic
boss or spouse later in life. And, I
have seen coaches make profound transformations through their time in Little
League. I have seen the guy we all would
rightly call an SOB develop into a more caring, open, and nurturing adult
leader. Sometimes it’s the coaches and the parents who are in need of having
our hearts tuned by the game.
One of the aspects of baseball I value most,
however, is the slowness of its pace. To some degree Little League has
succumbed to our culture by time-limiting games (Baseball should NEVER be a
timed sport. Unlike Soccer, football, hockey and basketball, time should never
run out and hope should never be taken away in baseball.) But otherwise, it retains the slow,
deliberate and republican pace of life.
Our kids fed on video games, the flashing images of TV, and the now ubiquitous
text message are forced to slow down on the baseball diamond. Kids sometimes have to stand quietly through
numerous innings waiting for their chance to prove themselves. Where the fast pace of soccer feeds the
destructive speed of our culture and aids in the warping of our children’s thirst
for constant action and hyperactivity, baseball helps remind us that true
progress is slow, that life is not about being entertained all the time, and
that sometimes we have to wait patiently for our turn or to achieve our goals.
Emma, after winning state titles, moves on to high school |
The number of African-Americans in the major
leagues or among college baseball teams has plummeted in recent decades. Many are puzzled by this development and
numerous hypotheses have been put forward to explain it: from the lack of fathers
to play catch with to the thought that baseball is too slow for the basketball
and soccer and video game generation.
Whatever the cause, in the communities and with the kids that need the
lessons of baseball the most, Little League programs are the weakest. This is probably not just coincidental. I
think the original "compassionate conservative" understood this when
he built a t-ball field on the White House lawn a dozen years ago.
As I end this little reflection on thirteen
years of watching life unfold on the Little League field, I must give a special
commendation to our own particular Little League. Under the leadership of Brad Clifford and all
the volunteers who give countless hours, North Oldham Little League
in LaGrange, Kentucky is a model of what
Alexis de Tocqueville would understand as our local institutions upon which
character, families, and a thriving nation are built. Thank you all for helping us raise the Gregg
children and for all you have done to make our community and our nation a
better place to live.
May Little League baseball endure as long as
the Republic it supports.
Gary L. Gregg II is author or editor of ten
books including his young adult novels The Sporran and The Iona
Conspiracy.