Pricey Frontier League,
For 20 seasons, you have got stuffed my summer time nights.
We now have had a loopy relationship… an actual curler coaster of feelings.
You’re a few of my fondest reminiscences… And likewise a few of my most heartbreaking ones.
I’ve cried over you and a trophy that appears to at all times allude those that I really like.
I’ve celebrated triumphs.
Taken some fairly superior street journeys.
Made life lengthy associates.
I’ve seen boys begin their careers and males end theirs.
And all of the bullpen luggage, and I actually do imply ALLLLL the luggage, that had been fastidiously picked and packed. I wouldn’t commerce these purchasing journeys or days of baking cookies for something.
My loyalty to my residence workforce will at all times be there, however in case you taught me one factor, it’s that the identify on the entrance of the jersey doesn’t matter in the long run.
The relationships I’ve made due to you go a lot deeper than if somebody is a WildThing, a Y’All, or perhaps a Miner… hell they could find yourself being all three in some unspecified time in the future of their careers.
You’ve taught me to at all times deal with the individuals who deal with you.
This web site was constructed on that assertion, and I’ll at all times stand by that.
To the individuals and ballparks that really feel like residence, thanks.
You’ve helped this as soon as shy lady flip into the assured lady who created one thing fairly particular with Indy Ball Island.
You’ve given me a love for baseball that I now cross on to those that I coach.
You’ve given me a spot on this world.
The tip of the common season has arrived, and this publish season will certainly be one that may toy with my feelings but once more.
20 years later… let’s see how this one performs out.
With love,
Ms. Indy Ball Island
P.S. To each participant and coach that has ever placed on a Frontier League jersey… I simply need to say thanks.
P.P.S. To all of the boys who’ve performed their remaining recreation… congratulations.