All of life I grew up with the stories of old. How Joe Shelton could really move. How Kelly Lunn was the best and “Son you should have seen him. Let me tell you something, Kenneth Morgan was damn good.” I also heard that Jack Shelton was better at playing Rook than he was baseball. The stories went on and on. I never grew tired of hearing them because you could see the sparkle in my dad’s eyes as he talked about his teammates and more importantly his friends.
When I was 9 years old I thought the team was the New York Yankees or the Atlanta Braves. I played later as a young man on some of the fields. My big day was July 4, 1970, pitching for Eagleville playing against Rockvale. Want to here the results? I know that it would bore you to tears. But guess what? I learned about life from some of the old teammates and friends of my dad. Kelly was always my biggest fan, Jack and Kenneth coached my baseball teams and Joe was the class act as a coach and high school principal with big pearly whites always shining. May I add, Jack also taught me how to play Rook. Somewhat!
Remember that these were the days in the 50’s before steroids or multi-million dollar contracts? They worked all day in the fields and played ball on the weekends. They loaded up in the back of hay wagons instead of private jets. They never had a bat with their name inscribed on them and the ladies didn’t line up at their hotels just waiting for a call. Their championship rings were non-existent however I did learn later that moonshine was hidden in the back of the old black pickup truck.
Over the years, so many of them remained friends and even worked together to grow their farms or businesses. They understood the value of relationships and having fun more than being rich or buying big cars with fancy clothes. They didn’t have contracts but they did care for each other. They even knew the names of their children and would often tell the stories to them. They didn’t have kids born in different cities by different women during a baseball series. They just hoped that the truck made it back home that night so they could be back in the fields the following day or hope to make it to church.
The most interesting thing is that my dad never told me how good he was. You see in those days it was all about your friends. He never said anything good about himself or anything negative about his friends. He loved playing ball with the boys. I learned later in life that times were economically bad but I never heard it from my dad. We didn’t have TV so I thought times were great. I had a dad that carried me everywhere and we had food. I learned that friendships and teammates were everything in life. My biggest thrill in life was when my dad bought me my first baseball glove. We got it at Lambert’s Sporting Goods and I will never forget the drive home with my mom. Dad was waiting for me after worked and we played catch till dark. Looking back I bet dad hoped I would have teammates like his and sure enough I did. That is a later writing.
Last week I received an email from an old friend and she sent me a picture of the 1950 baseball team. Hal Manier, too young to play at that time, had sent her the picture and I have included it in this writing. Connie is the daughter of Kelly Lunn and now her kids are learning the great game of baseball. Let the legacy continue of building great teammates and friends. They will carry you through any hardship or bad economy. They will make you smile with memories and of hope that tomorrow we will Change the Mood in America teammate-by-teammate and friend-by-friend.
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