Alumni Phantasy Camper and life-long Phillies fan, Steve Potter, recounts his experience at Phillies Phantasy Camp and the common thread that bonds us all.
As I wandered from field to field over the days, my observational focus wasn’t so much on the baseball being played but rather on the social interaction that this great game inspires. Laughs and good times were abundant. From the beloved camper Bonnie with a three hit game that brought smiles all around, to the Phans on the side debating whether the ‘93 or ‘08 Phillies were their favorite, to the autograph seekers chasing Hall of Famer, Jim Thome from field to field, the Complex was buzzing with the sounds of baseball.
Differences in ethnicity, politics, religion, background, etc. were set aside by each person who entered through the front entrance gate. Baseball was the sole purpose of coming. While each person entering had their own story and unique reason for attending, the game itself was the common thread to bring them there.
It’s a powerful thing, baseball. Last week was a glimpse of the days and weeks ahead when even more folks will pass through the security gates and the crowds will expand in size as spring training officially opens. I’m hopeful that the folks who enter will get just as much fun and enjoyment as those who were there the past few days, that they can realize and appreciate the heartfelt joy of this sport and those who play it the way that I truly do each and every time I enter through those same gates. That’s the blessing that has become my passion to share, it’s the true power of baseball.
Jerry Seinfeld said this at the New York Baseball Writers Association Dinner, “To me there are two things in this world, there’s life and there’s baseball, and one helps you get through the other.” I find those words to be humbling, personal and accurate without even realizing it … it just happens.
So as we send the Phantasy Campers, legends, staff back home with the memories made of what I hope was a terrific time for all, it opens the door for what comes next. There’s always another practice, another game, another gathering. That’s baseball. That’s its beauty. There’s always another day to look forward to … that’s life. Mr. Seinfeld is right … see ya at the ballpark !