In the Bleachers - Senior Night

Friday was a big day for 11 Okaw Valley seniors, as it was the last time they would suit up in gray and blue and hear a hearty cry of "Play ball!"

It was Senior Night at OV's baseball field, and they certainly came to play one last time on the field, winning 4-1 against a tough hitting South Piatt team.

While nine of the Wolves were busy winning on the field, the rest of the team(and they've got a deep bench), may as well have worn pom-poms, because they were cheering like a championship were on the line.

OK...so maybe not pom-poms.

And while all those were busy with that, the Timberwolves' parents were busy with hot dogs. Their truly beloved fans, and there were dozens more than a normal home game, were busy flipping hot dogs and catching up.

For those unable to make it, see below for visuals:







As for my time In the Bleachers, the most interesting observation was their baseball speak. I've noticed this with several teams, not just the Timberwolves, but once players get on the field their rural, farming roots and heritage fade away, and suddenly they become New Englanders, talking with some a Bostonian accent - nasal, short on vowels, and with greater usage of the word "kid."

"Ayyy, way to stay alive. Way too fight it ouff, kid," one dugout member would say after the batter fouls it off.

"Come on, 12, stort us off he-re, kid.