Last Updated on January 3, 2024 by The Smetz Files
For our family, baseball is our sanctuary. Being at the field, watching a game on TV, heading up to the park and taking batting practice as a family, it’s all good to us.
You may roll your eyes when you hear someone say, ‘baseball is life’. But for our little family unit, it is. So much so, that we named our beach house after our love and admiration for the game.
May 5th
You see, Jay and I met at a baseball game many years ago on Cinco de Mayo. We were in college; he was a pitcher on our school’s team. It was the start of our story, one we continue to write all these years later.
He grew up playing the game. In his words, he was a tall, skinny kid from a small town in Connecticut, if a school in the south gave him a chance, he would take it. So, he did.
Jay worked hard, studied, and played well. He got the opportunity to play some minor league ball, and came home when his body could no longer sustain the rigors of playing. Jay traveled the country playing the game of baseball.
Baseball was his passion, his job, and it was our connection point. We are forever grateful for all this game has afforded us: an introduction, a chance to live places far from home, countless friendships, and ultimately our little family.
We remain closely connected to the game. Love for baseball runs deep in our family; these days we spend a great deal of time on the ballfield watching our son and his teammates. We go to as many college games as we can between G’s tournaments and practices. Our family hosts college players playing in the summer league near our home. We watch the Yankees every chance we get. It’s just in our family’s DNA.
Baseball is Life
So, when we hear ‘baseball is life’, yeah, we nod affirmatively. It is an essential thread in our family’s fabric. When we hear’ respect the game’, yep we absolutely do. The game has afforded us so much and for that, we are endlessly grateful.
With so many who toast on Cinco de Mayo, we too, raise a glass in homage to the day we met, at the baseball field so many years ago. And the rest, as they say, is history!
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