Every Friday evening, people crowd into a hot, stuffy snack bar or sit on hard, metal bleachers that shake no matter what size person climbs them. People arrive after long, stressful weeks at work or minding children at home bearing coffee, knitting supplies, books, phones, laptops and even a majestic Black Lab Seeing Eye dog. […]
I had heard about Travel teams, how they went all over the county playing various sports. Those families who were involved were always on the go, always busy, missing so much of life. The siblings were merely tagalongs, flotsam flowing in the wake of the Travel player. I always said I’d never let my kid play, never put the Boy’s sister through that.