MVR baseball, you ask? Well, lemme tell ya, ain’t no fancy term ’round here. We just call it baseball, plain and simple. But this here MVR thing, I reckon it’s like the most valuable… somethin’. Like the best of the best, ya know?
Now, my grandpappy used to play baseball. Said it was a good game. Lots of runnin’ and throwin’ and hittin’. He was a strong fella, my grandpappy. Could hit that ball clear outta the field. MVR baseball players gotta be strong like him, I reckon. Gotta have a good arm, too. Throw that ball fast and hard.
This game, it’s got two teams. One team throws the ball, other team tries to hit it. They got these sticks, they call ’em bats. They swing ’em real hard, try to send that ball flyin’. If they hit it, they gotta run around these squares they call bases. If they don’t, they just stand there lookin’ silly. Three misses and you’re outta there! That’s what grandpappy always said.
- Nine fellas on the field, I think.
- One throwin’, one catchin’.
- And a fella swingin’ that bat.
Baseball equipment? Well, you need that stick, the bat. And a ball, of course. And some gloves, I reckon. Gotta catch that ball, ya know. Can’t be lettin’ it hit ya in the face. My grandpappy, he had a real nice glove. Leather, it was. Wore it all the time, even when he weren’t playin’.
This MVR thing, I guess it means you’re the best at runnin’ and throwin’ and hittin’. You get to them squares the fastest, you throw that ball like a bullet, you hit it further than anyone else. That’s what makes an MVR player, I suppose.
Grandpappy, he used to say, “Son, if you wanna be good at baseball, you gotta practice.” He’d be out there in the field every day, throwin’ that ball, swingin’ that bat. He’d say, “Gotta have a good eye, too. Watch that ball close.”
These young’uns today, they got it easy. They got all sorts of fancy things to help ’em play. Pads and helmets and special shoes. Back in grandpappy’s day, they just had their gloves and their bats and their grit.
So, this MVR baseball, it’s about bein’ the best, I reckon. The best runner, the best thrower, the best hitter. It’s about playin’ hard and never givin’ up. Just like my grandpappy used to do. He might not have been no MVR, but he was the best in my book.
When my little Timmy started playin’, bless his heart, he was all thumbs. Couldn’t catch a cold, let alone a baseball. But he kept at it. He’d be out there in the yard, tossin’ that ball up in the air, tryin’ to catch it. He’d swing that little bat of his, missin’ more often than not. But he never gave up. Reminded me of his great-grandpappy.
Now, Timmy, he ain’t no MVR player, not by a long shot. But he loves the game, and that’s all that matters. He’s learnin’ how to be part of a team, how to win and lose with grace, how to work hard and never give up. And that’s more important than any MVR title, if you ask me.
These baseball games, they can be long, I tell ya. Sometimes, I bring little Susie along, Timmy’s little sister. She gets bored easy, so I gotta bring somethin’ to keep her busy. Coloring books, mostly. Sometimes them little sticker things. Anything to keep her from fussin’ and pullin’ on my skirt.
You see these young folks playin’ nowadays, they all want to be the MVR. They want to be the star, the one everyone’s cheerin’ for. But there’s more to baseball than that. It’s about teamwork, and sportsmanship, and doin’ your best, even when things get tough.
- Youth baseball is important.
- Kids learn a lot.
- More than just a game.
So, next time you hear about MVR baseball, remember my grandpappy. Remember Timmy and little Susie. Remember that it’s not just about bein’ the best, it’s about playin’ the game, lovin’ the game, and givin’ it your all. And that’s somethin’ everyone can do, MVR or not.
This here baseball, it’s a good game. It brings folks together. Families, friends, neighbors. You sit there in the stands, watchin’ your young’uns play, cheerin’ them on. It’s a good feelin’. A real good feelin’. And maybe, just maybe, one of them will turn out to be a real MVR. But even if they don’t, it don’t matter. They’re playin’ the game, and that’s all that counts.
