There are few events that get me excited to the point of celebrating. Road trips comes to mind. So do tailgates or even Deadliest Catch marathons. However, there are few things that can rival the anticipation one feels when heading into a charity Wiffleball Tournament.
Last year, I had the privilege to be asked to play in one, with a bunch of friends from high school on one of the best wiffleball teams in the Northeast, The Boston Beef. We're kind of a big deal, not your ordinary group of whiffle ball players.
This is no ordinary wiffleball tournament either. The fields? Replicas of Fenway Park and Wrigley Field. The home-run derby pitcher? Bill "The Spaceman" Lee of Red Sox lore. Not to mention the fact that there are two dozen teams vying for the championship and enough competitive energy to rival any Olympic competition.
As a newcomer, these were the things that jumped out at me.
Now, a year removed from my initial experience, I have even more excitement and nervous anticipation. Sure, I'm ecstatic to put yellow plastic on white plastic and see my jacks clear the mini Green Monster, and to have a chance to talk shop with Bill Lee about the b...
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