My Apologies

Several months ago I went on vacation.  Just before I left, I mentioned here in my blog that I would be gone and that I would come back refreshed, reenergized, and with lots and lots of stories to tell and pictures to share.

Well I did come back reenergized.  I had a blast visiting my favorite cousin and my other relatives.  I do remember sharing several pictures.  I also remember promising to share more as soon as I finished transferring the pictures from my digicam to my computer.

That, ladies and gentlemen, was about almost two months ago.  After posting the picture of my close encounter with darling George (Clooney), I seemed to have disappeared once again.

This time, not for a vacation.  This time, for work.  I had to work on something my son loved… something that even I have grown to love. 

Baseball.

Getting Ready for July

Several blogs back, I mentioned about a baseball tournament that I was organizing.  Well, said tournament is this July… and it seems like the moment I got back from vacation, I had to spend all my waking hours preparing for the said event. 

I won’t go into the details anymore, but between the emails, the sponsorship letters we had to write, the people we had to talk to, the parents’ meetings, the weekend and even weekday scrimmages, the uniforms we had to order, the travel plans, the accommodations, the gossips and attacks we were getting from envious people… well, there were just so many things going on that I couldn’t find the time to just sit down and compose something other than a marketing letter or a school excuse letter.  There just wasn’t enough time.  My creative juices were simply not flowing in the blogging direction.

See? I just went into the details when I said I wouldn’t.

But despite the work it entails, despite the jealous detractors that we know we have (there just are people who cannot be happy for the success of others), I simply love everything that’s happening.  I love my co-parents in the team, I love the support everyone’s been giving to each other.  I love the fact that though there’s no monetary compensation involved, the parents generously give of themselves — by sharing whatever talents, gifts or skills that they have.  They don’t tell the coaches what to do, but they support each player from the sidelines.  Nobody acts superior.  Not one player acts like he’s the star. 

We are a team. The players, the coaching staff, the parents and the rest of their families work together as one.  Because we have a common goal.  The goal of not just winning, but of making better people out of these 12 boys.

Don't just be good. Be GREAT.

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I have lots to share.  And I know after this major tournament, I will have lots MORE to share.  But for now, I know I have to focus on the tasks at hand. 

And yes, I also need to get some sleep. 

So I bid you bye for now.  Maybe I will pop up once in a while and share something I learned or experienced while watching the boys’ training.  Or maybe I can write about the fun that the parents are having — especially when they are making fun of each other.  But I’m not promising anything at this point.

I’ll miss my readers… as much as I have missed blogging.  But like I said, there are other things I have to prioritize.  Besides, blogging at 12:45 in the morning just isn’t healthy.

So I bid you adieu for now.  Maybe you’ll hear from me after July. 

But wherever you may be, can you please say a short prayer for our boys… for protection, for strength and perseverance,  for sportsmanship, for success… and most importantly, pray that they keep the joy in their hearts.  Win or lose.  

 À tout à l’heure.

Never.

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photos via weheartit.com

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