At this time of year we were always in the swing of ball season. Travis' team was always coached by Randy and Manuel except in college and high school, of course. It was a constant job trying to clean the uniforms, but even when I couldn't remove all of the stains, when Travis was wearing the uniforms they always looked handsome. One of the greatest thrills of my life was watching he and his dad play baseball. He was always such a committed player. Whatever position he was in, he gave it his best effort. He was diving, sliding, leaping, colliding, and boy, could he hit the ball! I will always remember the thrill in my heart when he would make a great hit and run like lightning around the bases. He took that after his dad. Randy was always a very aggressive runner and would give me a fright trying to beat the throws. There were always around 75 games a summer and the heat was miserable, but we were a great team. I kept score and tried to sit away from the other parents who were criticizing the coaches, and Randy and Travis were giving 200% every game. It was always exciting and exhausting at the same time. The two of them had a special relationship on and off the field. They were not only Father and son, but friends who shared a love of sports. Our family traveled 6 months of the year when Travis was a baby, until he was 5, with Randy's softball teams. When Trav became 7, Randy chose to coach Travis and the first few years we played only at the local ball park. But, of course, that was not enough since there were so many talented players, Randy and Manuel put together a team to travel. Then, we were traveling 6 months of the year with the boys' team, the Arkansas Cowboys. Necon and Stephan often traveled with us and there was never a dull moment when Trav and his friends would be together. A van purchase was a necessity to move the foolishness, loud singing, AND ALL OF THE EQUIPMENT, farther away since the trips were always so long. Until I got really tired, I had a ball listening to their stories and singing and often sang along with them. Let's see if I can remember all of the states we visited. (Some more than others, of course). Florida, Tennessee, Ohio, Kentucky, Nebraska, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Kansas, many games were played in our own state including a few years of sponsoring a local tournament to raise funds for our traveling. Five years we spent traveling with the Cowboys. Travis, Necon and Randy changed to American Legion Baseball when the guys were age 15-18. Their team won a state tournament in AAA. Necon and Travis played together all of the time for 11 straight years and then began playing softball together with their dads while Travis continued men's baseball in Conway.
The last game he played in Conway ended with a HOME RUN ON ONE LEG and a trip to the hospital. Lloyd and Hazel had gone to watch the games and we tried to stay in the shade to not get overheated. Travis was so dehydrated they kept him at the hospital for two days. He caught a double-header in 100+ temperatures. He never would quit if he was hurting or sick. He would push himself through the games and finish. After we'd gone home, I insisted on calling the Dr., Trav continued to have cramps and vomiting. Randy drove us to the emergency room door and a male nurse was nearby with a wheelchair. He saw me trying to help Trav walk and came quickly to put him in the chair and took him straight back to see a doctor. Travis immediately asked me to call Laura and tell her where he was and she came to the hospital to stay with him. She literally got in the bed with him. They were such a sweet couple together. It's not hard letting go as a mom when you know someone else truly loves him and will take care of him. That's how I felt that night when Laura came. Now, I know that he's in the care of our Savior, who loves us all more than we can possibly conceive. I should not be concerned about his well-being any longer. He is in PERFECT HANDS! I guess I've rambled enough. I just needed to reminisce for a while. Love you all.
Karen

