Goatriders of the Apocalypse

Baseball in the Dominican

My In-Laws, Cap'n Snappy and First Mate Sue of the Sailing Vessel Enee Marie (Yar!), began a sailing journey from Chicago, down the inter-coastal water way to Florida, and from there to the Bahamas and now the Dominican Republic. They've been on his little sailing journey for 2+ years now and the details of this expedition can be found here.

What does this have to do with baseball? Did you not just hear what I said? It's the Dominican Republic! Home of Sammy Sosa, Felix Pie, and Apple Pie. Okay, maybe not Apple Pie, but definitely baseball which is as American as apple pie, except when it's not in America. Then it's just Dominican. Everyone with me? Good.

I found these posts of theirs very interesting and thought I might (with their blessing) pass the pictures along to you, the reader (because we will do anything for the readers).

Remember the story that Sammy grew up using a milk carton for a glove? Well, here's an example of a cardboard glove, the kind most of the kids used.

I think that's a Rawlings' #1 Cardboard edition, but it's hard to tell. Then we take a look at the field they play on. It's no wonder the Domincan is considered the birthplace of shortstops. If you can play there, you can play anywhere.

It's definitely a different world out there. More pics and details at their blog.

OK, call me an idealist...

...but how come they all can't band together and have, like, a clean-up day like we have every year at the start of little league season. Everyone fans out and picks up and carries whatever bricks, rocks, cans, oxen, whatever...out of the way so that the bounces are somewhat truer.

You don't have to be rich to be clean.

Actually

It's probably the same reason the poorest communities in America are always the most polluted. They're sort of too busy surviving to deal with picking up. And besides, I'm not entirely sure that more trash wouldn't just blow back on the field. I haven't been (scott?) but I'm guessing there's a fair amount of trash everywhere.

So, yeah, it actually does help to be rich to be clean.

Makes them better

I'm thinking that if these kids are dodging chunks of concrete while chasing down a line drive, it just makes them more aware of their surroundings and a better sense of concentration.

No shoes, cardboard gloves and sticks for bats. I call that pure heart and desire.

I wonder if that burro is their mascot or transportation.

It is what it is

Hey! It seems these kids play ball because they love to play ball and they can. Maybe their gloves are made of cardboard. Maybe they're made of leather or something close. Maybe the 'field' they play on is a little lumpy. Let me tell you as a young girl growing up in the good old US of A the fields I got to play on weren't all that wonderful either. Because we were girls we didn't get the good fields. What's that all about anyway?!?
Having spent a mere 2 months in Luperon I don't really know but all I can say is that these kids (and sometimes I'm told the girls even get to play) do very much enjoy the game. Do you know what that means? That means you play where ever you can - whenever you can. The field conditions matter little. Now that makes you a hell of a ball player. That's what I say.
Sailor Sue

clean up the field

I took another look at the 'field of dreams' the other day and noticed that it looks like the kids have at least rearranged things some. The middle of this empty lot is pretty well cleared of junk albeit only moved to the edges of the field. There are no dumpsters or garbage cans for them to haul this stuff to anyway. No you don't have to be rich to be clean. The little, tiny domincan houses are spotless inside while, yes, there are no government services to repair or clean up the streets and empty lots. So, no Bob you are not an idealist. . . you just need to travel more.
Capt. Scott

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