I love being a champion. I'll always rather have the target on my back rather than aiming for one on someone else's. That's why this year, when my team, The Boston Beef, arrives at the Annual Travis Roy Wiffle Ball Tournament, we will be the team to beat, having won it all last year in dramatic fashion.
It was an excellent feeling to beat out a field two dozen teams full of men of all ages reliving the glory days. There's something rewarding about trying way too hard during a Wiffle Ball game, against a bunch of older guys who are also trying way too hard and coming out on top. Doing so on professionally groomed diamonds that are scaled down replicas of Fenway Park and Wrigley Field never hurts either (http://www.littlefenway.com/fenway/home ).
Yet the real victory for the Beef—the one my team is most proud of and the one we need to repeat—is the fact that we raised the most money of all the teams in the tournament. Winning on the field was great, but it would have meant a lot less if we didn't raise the mo...
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