and the meek shall inherit (or at least crush their older sibling accomplishments and rub their noses in it)

Mary played basketball, softball, and baseball – and while not overly competitive, she enjoyed playing the games and strived to do well. Typically she did do pretty well and played JV softball in 7th & 8th grade. She opted to not play varsity ball after witnessing from the safe distance of the JV field, the (shall we say) zeal of the varsity coach. When Timmy’s Babe Ruth League baseball team needed bodies, she switched to baseball – platooning at first base and batting cleanup by the end of the year. Coach DiCarlo STILL brags about her.

Tim played one year of soccer (didn’t particularly care for it) and played Little League, Babe Ruth League, and JV baseball. Timmy loved playing and would practice in the yard as often as possible. He had deceptive ability – he looked nonchalant and did not run gracefully, but he could catch, throw (even threw some knuckleballs in Babe Ruth), and had a knack for clutch hitting (with power). He hit a key home run (bounced off the outfielders head and over the fence) in a Little League game, and hit the longest triple I’ve ever seen in JV ball (OK, so it would have been an easy home run for anyone else). In the end, he quit playing baseball at school for much the same reason as Mary. Why do some coaches think that louder & meaner = better?

Corey is the most intensely competitive of the Blauss children. From eight years old, he knew the playing rules and the rules of competition. He knew when to cover the base or play the ball, knew he could tag and score on a caught pop-foul ball. Like Tim, his talent wasn’t obvious – you had to watch the little thing he did right and realize his understanding of the game. His natural physical abilities were not such that he instilled confidence in his coaches. Most of his coaches didn’t rate him as a “player”, and despite all the pre-season coach speeches about hard work in practice determining playing time Corey was keenly aware of the injustice of how the prima dona players could screw up and screw off and still start every game and play the key positions. All Corey ever did was throw strikes (one game with 16 strikeouts despite no fastball), hit in the clutch (sure he could look bad when the bases were empty, but had a knack for starting a rally when one was needed) and make heads up base running plays (6 years later coach Johnson STILL talks about the tag&score on the foul ball play). To this day Corey remembers being on the bench for four innings in a minor league game, coaches who promised he would play certain positions but reneged, and the JV coach who chewed him out for stealing third base (uncontested) in a game they were losing by 19 runs (and he then proceeded to score his teams only run). When Corey realized that no matter what he did, the Varsity Coach was not going to give him any playing time (if indeed he made the team), he switched to cross country. He knew every runner he needed to beat, worked hard and even made league all-stars. Yes, Corey got the Blauss competitive gene for certain. A personality conflict with the CC coach and a collapsed lung made him decide to not run cross country in his senior year.

Julie could care less about sports. What good is softball or basketball going to do for her as an artist & Egyptologist? Because as parents we promote physical activity and sportsmanship, Julie was coaxed into playing baseball/softball and basketball. Oh how the basketball coaches drooled when the nearly 6 foot 6th grader walked onto the court. Oh how they cringed when they realized she didn’t know how to play, and quite honestly didn’t care that much. Although she did have a huge game against the leagues best scorer (shut her down for only 6 points, and scored 10 herself along with key steels and blocks) to win the championship – she would still tell people she played because her parents made her (not accusingly, just matter of fact). At Corey’s insistence, Julie ran cross country freshman year. Although she ran the 3 miles about 10 minutes slower than the top runners, she willingly plugged along. When asked how she liked cross country she replied “I like talking with the other girls on the bus rides, but the running part isn’t much fun” (I never knew cross country had a part besides running). She was happy knowing that if she never crossed the finish line, the times of her much faster team-mates would not count at all – so as slow as she was, she was as equally important a member as her undefeated team-mate. In the spring she switched from running to throwing (it seemed like less work, while still filling the parental request for participating in a physical activity). She tried the shot put and discus. The disc was bad (only around 50 feet) but the shot was worse – so she gave up on the shot put. With only one event, she could get her throws done in about ten minutes and spend the rest of the meet reading or drawing. So now it’s spring of sophomore year and she is competing in her one event again. Strangely enough, she is improving. She started by throwing in the “60’s”, then improved into the “70’s” and quickly into the 80 foot range. When she threw 87+ feet, she qualified for statewide competition. Granted she never expects to throw the improbable distance of her team-mate Kayla (110 feet) but she was quite excitedly anticipating throwing a “90” and then she proudly accomplished it. It also seemed to please her that she was out-throwing some of the “athletes” who were on the track & Field squad with her. Now she discusses the advantages of different techniques (she does better with the style that assistant coach “Jocko” showed her than with what head coach “Frac” prefers). Because of her throw of over 87 feet, she was invited to the State Class Meet where she threw against all of the other qualifying girls from all of the Division 4 teams across the state. She came in third place with a throw of 104+. This means she goes next Saturday to compete against all of the top 4 throwers from each division (I believe there are 5 divisions) which means (while only a sophmore) she is one of the top 20 female discus throwers in the state of Massachusetts. Julie is taking great pride in her accomplishments (which she should) and is excited about her next challenge. And although I don’t know how it is going to help her be a better artist or Egyptologist, I am totally proud of her and happy for her.

Each child has enjoyed the bragging right of having been on a championship team at some point in time.

Funny how the one who cared the least about excelling in sports, has suffered the least amount of disillusionment and has progressed further than any of them.

GO JUJUBEE-AMAZON!!!!!

One Busy Day

Good things come to those who wait.

So I waited until I was 28 before I got married, but she was absolutely worth the wait.

Sue was 20 and our marriage (or more accurately, the two children who soon followed) interupted her college education prior to her completing senior year. But now- 20 years later - she, and the child who made it too logistically difficult to finish school way back when, graduated together from BSC (the only parent/child combo to do so this year).

So the mother who sacrificed her own progress for the sake of her children, and the son who at age two was diagnosed as autistic (later clarified to Hyperlexia) and who benefitted immeasurably from her decision to interupt her formal education and be devoted and dedicated to his (correction = NOT immeasurably, receiving his college diploma is a very clear and impressive measurement) both conquered incredible obstacles to arrive fittingly at the same place on the same day == mother first, son about five minutes later == after listening to a 24 year old 3-time Nobel Peace Prize nominee talk about the importance and priviledge of children receiving an education and how young college grads should dedicate some time and energy helping to make it happen for others less fortunate.

Sadly we missed witnessing Julie receiving the Sacrement of Confirmation - 'tho her sponsor Maureen and her elder sister Mary generously took over the responsibility of her wonderful event so that the rest of us could focus on Sue & Tim's acheivement.

Nikki missed softball practice and Joe missed a game (although I presume both were certainly cancelled due to inclement weather so they didn't actually miss anything).

Corey got to end the busy day by stealing the show (or at least the first half) as the "semi-sadistic" dentist in Carver High's production of Little Shop of Horrors. Once little Joe was convinced that Corey wasn't really dead, he decided that he wants Carver to do the play when he is in high school so that he too can play the part (he would get to say bad words and nobody would actually be mad at him for it!). Yon got to buy a Venus Fly Trap plant duing intermission.

All in all - a very successful day. God is good!

Class of 07

How does she do it?

Within the span of 60 hours (started last night so some items are already completed) she will:

1. be a doting mother of 7
2. be a loving wife
3. be a sympathetic ear to a friend who just had cancer surgically removed
4. work the graveyard shift
5. help save a mans life (literally)
6. counsel others who feel like they might die
7. get kids off to school
8. sleep a couple of hours
9. attend a college dinner ceremony with Tim
10. get Yon home from work
11. be a tired, but still loving wife
12. organize the next days schedule
13. get a couple hours sleep
14. get kids dressed
15. graduate from college
16. miss Julies Confirmation Ceremony but still make her feel special
17. entertain 8 people throuhout a celebratory meal
18. watch Corey perform in the High School Play
19. organize the next days schedule
20. get a couple hours sleep
21. attend church
22. host Joe’s birthday party

(not to mention all of the other little things she takes care of and fits in like cleaning and cooking and attending to everybody else’s needs)

(my goal is to do something to prove myself worthy of her)

Opening Day

Softball season officially starts today with Nikki’s first game. We have been able to practice three times and look as good as any 3rd thru 5th grade team can look. I love the start of softball as it has been an important part of my life for 32 years. OK – sadly I can’t tell you how many years I’ve been married but I can tell you how long I’ve been coaching. Of course gone are the good old days when I was young and single and was not only a head coach of the Hanson 13 – 17 year old travel team (8 years) but also Hanson Girls Softball League President (7 years) and North River Girls Softball League President (4 years) concurrently - and could spend endless hours plotting and planning rosters and schedules and practices and game lineups. Now I am an assistant coach (and with family schedules and commitments, only a part time assistant at that) for Nikki’s team with a new head coach I barely know. So the dilemma is how to be the helper and not let 32 years of experience make me sound like a know-it-all? I don’t want to sound like I’m telling the guy how to coach HIS team, and I don’t want to see him spend a lot of valuable time negotiating the learning curve when I could lead him through it much quicker. See – just explaining it makes me sound like an egotist. I feel guilty over any amount of time I invest in preparation, and worry about offending him. Last year worked out good because Nikki’s coach Gordon had been an assistant coach for me 8 years ago in Little League. So last year even though I wasn’t even officially his assistant – he gladly put me to work with the pitchers whenever I was able to be at the games or practices. Now Gordon is the Carver Girls Softball League President. He tried to convince me to be a Head Coach, but the time commitment is still just too much. But he promises to have a spot for me whenever I am ready because he feels I would be a good influence in the league. I read the list of league guidelines and rules and philosophy that Gordon put together. I think he plagiarized every philosophy I ever espoused when he and I coached together (I was flattered, and he is welcome to steal any ideas I have ever expressed) – so I guess that even if I never get to be a head coach again, I can be happy thinking I did influence the league in an indirect way. Maybe I will figure out how to influence a new head coach in a similar way.

Anyway – although surrounding circumstances have greatly changed (jobs, bills, school, supper, yard work, graduations, band, 4-H, etc.... can all wait until tomorrow), it’s officially softball season, the sun is shining, we’ve not lost a single game, and I am eager to get onto the field. Play Ball!