Last weekend I experienced one of those special moments in life that, quite frankly, I never saw coming. The 1979 state High Baseball Team decided to get together for the first time in 33 years for a reunion. A good enough reason to reunite since we did win the school’s only PIAA State Championship (Baseball). But when we decided to use the occasion to honor a fallen teammate, it turned into something extra special.
Late last fall, a friend and former teammate (Mark) called me upon learning of my mother’s passing and he also saw that in lieu of flowers, contributions could be made to The Bob Perks Cancer Assistance Fund. Bob was a former teammate who lost his life after an extended battle with cancer as well. 
Not long after, Mark contacted me again to inquire as to my interest in helping to coordinate a reunion of our former team and to possibly do something to honor Bob.
I was on board. First of all, because that was a special group of guys and a reunion was long over due. Secondly, because the notion of honoring Bob and supporting those dealing with cancer had become something that really resonated with me. While going through the difficult time with my mother, I came to not only experience, but understand the strains that cancer can inflict on a patient, its family and friends.
Beyond the emotional stresses, there become many other burdens as well, including financial. While my family was fortunate, I could not help but think about those who were less fortunate; in that, was my desire to honor Bob.
So, I was in. Mark, several other teammates and I started making contact with the old team-coaches and players alike. We wanted this to be something special so we decided that we would each raise some money to put towards The Bob Perks Cancer Assistance Fund; and thus, The Bent Ball Classic was on.
The Bob Perks Cancer Assistance Fund was established to provide financial support for basic necessities to individuals and families dealing with cancer.
…and the weekend was a classic. It was such that I still have difficulty putting it into words. So, I will share with you how one former teammate put it,
We saw some amazing things:
We saw a bunch of guys that after 1/3 of a century, still looked good, could get around, and could still get the bat on the ball. Yes, some of us were less lean, more grey, and relatively immobile, but you could still see the “ballplayer” in everyone.
· We saw some amazing community support, before, during, and after the game. What a tremendous outpouring of support.
· We saw “friends of the program” travel amazing distances to be there with us.
· We saw a bunch of guys that for the most part, had not seen each other/played together since we last walked off the field, and it was like we never left. We joked with each other, poked fun, gave encouragement, and laughed together like it was yesterday.
· We saw a bunch of guys pull together and, in typical fashion, over achieve once again…..to raise an amazing $24,000!
· We saw once again a diverse set of personalities and skill sets coming together for a common goal.
We also saw the faces of our parents and friends sitting in the stands, including former sports writers, and many others for whom this reunion was special. Even our coach’s 95 year old little league coach was in attendance on this chilly spring day.
The moment which stood out from all, had to be the break after the third inning to present to Doreen, (Bob’s wife) and her two children the check for more than $24,000…and then for the entire team to jog up the hill to acknowledge Bob’s parents, who 33 years earlier were following this group on its run to an unexpected State Championship.
After the game, the team presented two baseball’s (signed by each member of the team) to Doreen’s two young sons.
There were many memories from 33 years ago, but there were many more made this past weekend.
While Bob’s two boys were too young to remember him, this team came together to help create a special memory for Doreen and her two boys. The team came together to make a difference in the lives of others, including those who have been stricken by cancer.
It was a special moment. I continue to be moved by what this group was able to accomplish, even after 33 years.
Mike
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