Liam
Kalakowsky’s mom, Erin, remembers a conversation with her son the day after the
big games.
“He
seemed depressed and sad. I assumed it was because his team lost the game, but
when I asked him he said he didn’t care about that, he was feeling down because
the season was over.”
So,
Erin started texting other moms. Likewise, their sons and daughters still
wanted to play. What about pick-up games? Can we do that?
Enter
Mike Butterfield, a member of the Board of Windham Little League. Continued
League play was not in the cards, but Butterfield was determined to put youth
baseball into overtime. The moms’ text chain had attracted 10 or more
interested parents.
“My
son was bummed when the season ended, so (pick-up play) was a great idea, it
keeps the interest up,” said Butterfield.
Butterfield
contacted school officials about the use of fields at Manchester School. He
also started a Facebook page. After conferring with other parents, a game plan
began to form; a plan distinctive for its lack of formality: no practices or
drills, just games, no umpires, communal coaching, random teams, adult
pitching, outs from the field only and play open to all boys and girls, ages
six to twelve.
Sandlot baseball had its official debut on July 5.
Butterfield’s
pre-game instructions to the players are, like the rules, simple. “Okay, you
guys, before you choose teams, I want you to remember why we’re here. We’re
here because we all just want to play to baseball, the greatest game in the
world.”
During
play, suggestions for improvement come from both adults and the kids
themselves. Calls on plays are usually made by the adult standing closest to
the play. Disagreements are rare, and conflicts nonexistent.
“The
girls want to improve their softball game, explained Butterfield, “So we’ll
pitch ‘em a softball if they want it. When they play defensive, they field
baseballs.”
Two
young players from the coach-pitch division of Little League were particularly
energetic and spunky during one recent game. They swung hard, ran fast and made
frequent loud calls of encouragement to older players, obviously seeking their
attention. The adult pitchers moved off the mound to offer more generous pitches
to the young hitters. Both got hits, and cheers.
“The
little guys are obviously giving 110 percent,” observed parent coach Chris
McDonald.
The
games, dubbed the sandlot league, have grown in popularity over their four
weeks. Twelve players showed up the first week in early July. By August, the
numbers grew to 22, with parents and grandparents in tow.
“We
welcome all kids who just want to play, not just Little Leaguers,” says
Butterfield. One recent week saw one participant from Gray and three sets of brothers/sisters.
“We’re
here for the love of the game,” commented Cory Butterfield, whose son, Mason,
vows to play until the end of October.
Sandlot
moved to Lowell/Ciccerone field in East Windham. Master caretaker Bill
Ciccerone keeps new grass on the field and prepares the grounds each Wednesday
in time for the 6 p.m. start of play.
After the start of school later this
month, the games will be played on Sunday afternoons.
Parent
Abby Vopal, whose daughter Sophia recently played minors division softball said,
“These kids are chomping at the bit to get on the field; they’re having a
blast.” She explained how Sophia was taken aback by her brother’s opportunity
to participate in sandlot. Her enthusiasm to join opened the way for girls to
play.
Willow
Washburn, 10, was playing her first game of sandlot and observed, “I was
nervous at first, but I figured boys are just boys, and they don’t really bother
me. I love how we use baseballs and softballs.”
Tate
Robinson, nine, who played minors division baseball, said he was there to
improve his game. “Now I know more stuff,” he said, “I’ll get better at
baseball.”
Anna
Herald, 11, said she kept hearing about sandlot and “convinced my parents to
come.”
Her
brother, Graham summed up the experience this way: “You get to learn. It’s
America’s pastime.”
As
expressed in John Fogerty’s popular youth baseball anthem “Centerfield” - if
you’ve got a beat-up glove and you’re ready to play, go see the coach, mighty
Mike Butterfield. He’ll put you in.
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