I can't even remember how many summers I've been doing this - but if I remember right, it was after Carrie's freshman year when this short, little, beligerant ( I say this with love and respect) coach approached us and wanted to take our 15 year old daughter on weekend trips to faraway places to play softball. Our first impulse was to say "NO". Then some other parents who we knew and respected told us he was "safe" and we could trust our daughter to him. So we did - and that's where it all began - in the summer of 1990. Carrie played four years of summer ball for John Woodruff, the twins played six years and Chrissie five years. All of these years were back to back to back - hotels, iced down coolers and BBQ grills. Kevin and Kelli grew up thinking that a summer vacation was a hotel room in Indianapolis or Chicago. Well, after a few years off - thanks to Kevin - we are now back on the road again with summer softball travels. Kelli's been in Merrillville since Friday night, and thanks to our different time zones, she didn't play until MIDNIGHT last night!!! I drove over today and watched three games and I have a lovely farmer's tan to show for it. We just got home and I don't know when a hot shower has ever felt so good. Next weekend, we do it all again - this time off to Warsaw. She's only 15 (right were Carrie was in 1990 - and I'm guessing we'll be doing this for a few more years.
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