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May 8, 2011 - Al Stephenson
On this day we celebrate the woman who brought us into this world. Everyone believes that the best mother in the world belongs to them and I'm no different. My mom was indeed special.
I have always had a tremendous interest in sports. I played basketball, baseball, and ran track and cross country in high school. In college I played basketball and baseball. My parents were there to support me all along the way.
My mother used to go to nearly every game I played. In the two years that I played American Legion baseball in Tiffin while living in Attica, I missed a total of two games. It was early in June and I could not make a doubleheader due to the fact that I was taking a final exam in college. I was present for all the other games - that numbered in the triple digits - and guess who also was in attendance? My mother and father made it to each of those games as well.
My mother used to sit in the stands and keep score in a little notebook. When I or one of my teammates came to bat, she used to say the same thing. She would say simply, "just a little bingo." Though she would have welcomed a home run, she knew that the game would likely be won with a few singles strung together.
Perhaps her biggest contribution to my picture of sports was her attitude towards whatever game I was playing. She expected me to have fun. She expected me to try my hardest. She was happy when my team won, but knew that winning wasn't everything. We would get home and discuss the game, win or lose. I was always congratulated on my effort, again win or lose. The game was just a game and my mother was very good at keeping things in perspective.
My mother passed away at the age of 59, much too soon. She loved following the Cleveland Indians and would be very excited to see how well they are doing this season.
The view from my seat suggests that I learned so much about sports and life from my mother. Always upbeat and always there for me, no one has ever had a better mother than me. The only other person that could well be her equal would be the mother of my children.
I fell twice blessed.
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