This past weekend, I traveled to Milwaukee, WI to play in the Dairyland Classic softball tournament with my team Chicago’s Crew Beefy Boys. I must admit that while I have played with the team all season long, because I was the “new” guy on the team, I sort of felt like the outside guy looking in. That all changed this weekend and for that I am grateful.
Milwaukee…what can I say. It scared me a little. I don’t it was because of what Milwaukee offered but rather because small cities always scare me. I am from NYC and I just feel uneasy in small cities. What makes me feel uneasy is the loss of anonymity. At any rate, I got through that, ate at some chain restaurants and am home no worse for the wear.
I could tell you about the tournament…we loss. We loss big but that is not the reason I write.
While I was away, the boys and Papa spent the weekend in Chicago without me. They went to the beach, they went to Auntie Fran’s house, they went to the park and a lot of other places. One such place was the Bahai Temple in Chicago.
Because I spoke with them before they went, they advised me that they would say a prayer for me; that my team would win our softball games. I thanked them, told them to not forget to offer the prayer and advised that I was confident their prayers would work and that we would win.
Nope…we lost most of our games. Some of the teams we played beat us without mercy. Did I have fun…yes. Was it hot…yes…did the prayers work…NO.
But none of that mattered. Later that evening when I spoke to the boys before they were going to bed, they were very excited to know how their prayers helped me today. So I did what all parents would do in that situation…I lied kinda. I told them their prayers were just what my team needed. That we won some of our games and lost some of them. I told them that prayers helped to make sure none of us got hurt. That they helped us to have fun…and that I was so thankful that they prayed for me today. All of that they were very excited to hear.
I went back to my teammates and over dinner I told them how my boys went to the Bahai Temple earlier in the day to pray for us to win today. I told my teammates that I told my boys their prayers worked and that we won and played well.
My teammates thought that was the cutest story ever and agreed to commit themselves to the lie.