My entire existence, it seems, has centered on baseball. Never was it more evident than in 1981.
My passion for baseball began in the fourth grade. I fell in love with the game, for reasons I cannot begin to explain, and I knew, at a mere nine years of age, that I wanted to be a radio baseball play-by-play guy.
I spent many grueling years playing the game as I grew. The first couple of years spent coming through the vaulted Craigsville, Virginia Base Ruth Baseball program. That's the same program that produced...absolutely no one.
I then played three years of high school baseball at Buffalo Gap High School.
Flash forward to 1981. As the new play-by-play broadcaster for the Greensboro team of the South Atlantic League, and because I was a lousy player, but a darn good scorekeeper and great first base coach, I was the only member of the Buffalo Gap High School baseball team to make it to professional baseball.
That first year of pro ball, to this day, is still the single greatest year of my life. I was on my way, beginning the dream. It was also the year I met and later married Lois.
Ours was a whirlwind romance. We got married two months after the start of the '81 baseball season. No, we did not have a wedding on the field, it was in a church, but the entire baseball team came out on that Saturday afternoon. That night, we had a game at Greensboro's War Memorial Stadium. Lois threw out the first pitch (and zipped a fastball) right down the middle of the plate to catcher Frank Kneuer. ("Hey, that gal you married really has an arm on her," Kneuer later told me. "Yeah, you should see her wield a rolling pin," was my response.)
The next day, after the Sunday afternoon finale of the homestand, Lois and I got in the car and followed the team bus from Greensboro to Charleston, SC. Yes, we honeymooned with the team. Three games in Charleston followed by three games in Florence, SC. On the first night of the road trip/honeymoon we caught a break. The game was rained out, so we were able to enjoy a night...ahem...without baseball.
In the minors, a rain out on day one means a doubleheader on day two. So on Tuesday, in game one against the Charleston Royals, pitcher Kelly Scott is pitching a great game. I mean a GREAT game. My wife, tired and hung over, is asleep on the floor of the broadcast booth. Scott went on to pitch a no hitter. Lois slept the entire game.
The entire season was a dream. Greensboro went on to a 98 and 43 mark in 1981, winning the division by 24 and a half games. The Hornets won the South Atlantic League Championship by sweeping the Greenwood (SC) Pirates in 3 games. I got a beautiful championship ring complete with a Yankees logo on the blue stone. Lois came to many road games that year. She also came to most of the home games and would sit in front of the press box, radio in hand, listening to every word I said on the air.
Now, 28 years later, Lois is still with me. When I found out I had gotten the Gwinnett Braves job, I proudly made the announcement to her in our kitchen.
"Oh, that's nice...hey I need you to go to the store and get milk," was her response with a blank stare.
Well, she still will always be my baseball bride.