Heading out to the Little League game this weekend? We discovered a poem that we shared on the air this morning (5/17) which expresses so much, so well.
The sun on your skin, the smell of the grass, the crack of the bat...all wonderful parts of a day at the ballpark, soaking up the excitement when your kid is playin' the game. But sometimes, some of us can go over the edge and misbehave and spoil what SHOULD be the All-American family experience. What SHOULD be a fun time can go all ugly if we forget what it's supposed to be all about.
Here's a poem which has been posted at Little League parks all over the country...
HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY
He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded, the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him, he stands all alone.
A hit at this moment would send his team home.
The ball meets the plate, he swings and he missed.
There's a groan from the crowd, with some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum."
Tears fill his eyes, the game's no longer fun.
So open up your heart and give him a break,
for it's moments like this, a man you can make.
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget,
He is just a little boy, and not a man yet.
Mom, dad, have fun at the game... (Pic from wordpress.com)