By Gary Stallard
The Lufkin Daily News
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday’s game between the Astros and the Rangers ended in a 10,000-10,000 tie.
Those weren’t runs scored — they were smiles counted.
A group of very unique young people hit the diamond at Kit McConnico Park in Lufkin for a softball game that was anything but typical. From a distance, it looked like any other game, with the blue Rangers and red Astros uniforms, and the regulation field complete with bases and home plate.
But these Rangers didn’t carry the high-profile names of their professional namesakes; there was Josh, but it wasn’t Hamilton. No Ian Kinsler, but there were Aubrie, Hanna, William, JaQuincy and others. Instead of Berkman and Oswalt, these Astros had Skylar, Jared, Carrissa, Bianca and more. They had their first names on the back of their jerseys; no need for the last name, because everyone there knew each player by sight.
The East Texas Special Needs Softball League held its Opening Day Saturday, with youngsters from throughout the East Texas area participating in America’s pastime. These were kids who, because of their special circumstances, might not otherwise have the opportunity to participate in such a league.
But because of the combined efforts of some very caring parents, including league president Deanna Ramsey, and the willing participants of Lufkin’s Parks and Recreation, those children hit, ran and fielded like the big leaguers — only with much more love and appreciation for the chance to play.
There was nine-year old Jared with his patented slide/roll into second base; this after his cousin, Lauren, promised him “ten kisses” if he got a hit.
After whacking the ball off the tee, Jared ran to first, calling back to Lauren, “You owe me ten kisses!”
No agent needed to negotiate that contract.
“Jared has wanted to play baseball since he was tiny, when he watched his older brother playing t-ball,” his mother, Connie Monson, said. “Since then, that’s all he’s talked about: playing baseball, playing baseball. When he found out there would be two teams, the Rangers and the Astros, he threw his hands up and said, ‘I want to be an Astro!’ It’s his favorite team.”
Josh, after scoring his first-ever run, celebrated as if his run had just won the seventh game of the World Series.
Aubrie was so excited to hit that she carried her little pink bat down the first-base line with her — perhaps to hold as a donation to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
The Rangers’ Josh pushed his walker aside to make a sparkling play at third base. Dalton ripped a line drive off the tee then smiled so hard running the bases he couldn’t keep his helmet on straight. Hanna’s mom could hardly keep up with the little girl once she hit the third-base bag and headed home.
Skylar’s high-energy level had him chasing balls all over the infield and outfield. First baseman Will made several catches covering the bag, showing off a throwing arm any major leaguer would covet. And it was hard to tell who had more fun running the bases, Bianca or her mother Daphne.
There were parents, siblings and other family members along to help. Some assisted the players in squaring the ball on the tee and making the swing. Others accompanied their kids around the bases, while still others were there simply to offer high fives, fist bumps and other celebrations.
The stands were packed. Had the park sold tickets, they would have classified the game as a sellout. Relatives and other well wishers served as adoring fans, applauding every play.
“Seeing my son playing a game he loves brings tears to my eyes every time I see him out there,” Melissa McCleskey said.
When organizing the league specifically for children with special needs, the coaches and sponsors ran ads in local newspapers and sent letters home to parents and Special Education teachers. So many kids showed up for tryouts, the parents split the players into two teams. They’ll play a regular schedule this summer that will include more games with each other, along with other teams from around the area.
The kids don’t appear to care who they play. They’re on the field, nearly all of them for the very first time, and they’re playing the game just like any other kids in their age groups.
When Saturday’s game ended, every player had hit, every player had scored. There were high fives and “Good games!” as the kids met for the post-game congratulatory handshake. Afterward, the parents held a picnic for their diamond heroes — after the hordes of media had subsided enough to allow the young players to retrieve hugs from family members.
No paychecks. No endorsements from shoe companies. Just lots of hugs and smiles.
“I like the game,” a beaming Jared said when he’d knocked all the dust off his cleats. “It’s just so much fun, and I love playing baseball.”
Add yet another smile to the final score.