The Devonshire Softball Team has become the iconic gathering of heros for our family and our church. For a group of ordinary men, this team has fused together in a most extraordinary way. My husband is one of these men.
Crawling into a black tee-shirt, they imagine themselves dusty and focused. They pull the familiar red jersey over their heads and smooth it out; "Devonshire' announced from their chests. In their cars, the music prepares them for battle. Something loud and blood churning - something to heighten their senses and summon their inner champion.
Once they begin to assemble, the neuro-processes begin to fire. Where they were thinking of time in terms of minutes and hours, they now think in terms of innings and outs. Their biological needs narrow to only one: thirst. Their minds race in only one direction: win. They are no longer individuals; they are now a team.
The last game they played was last Tuesday, in the throws of a record-breaking heatwave. I took these pictures before the kids finally gave in to the heat - we had to leave... it was just too hot. But the men carried on. They went on to win their second game (always a double-header) and with it, moved onto the Championship games. If they win both on Sunday night, then its over and they enjoy the title of Champion once again.
This is a group of ordinary heros, who are already champions to us.
Good Luck on Sunday!
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