By Greg Perry
Kirkland Realtor
Every spring, as the flowering plumb and cherry blossoms bloom, another rite of spring takes place in Juanita. Opening day of little league baseball.
I have come to realize that spring baseball in Juanita could just possibly be one of the coldest times of the year, and the Juanita beach baseball fields one of the coldest places on earth. There something special about the mix of a 38-42 degree evening with 10-20 mph winds whipping straight off Lake Washington.
Generations of parents and grandparents have put on their spring baseball uniforms right along with the kids. Long underwear, polar fleece and a heavy parka. The loving spectators bring a pad for those icy aluminum bleachers and finally cozy up in a blanket and change from a baseball cap to a stocking cap to watch America's summer pastime.
The kids on the other hand must be mutants. They're out there in their
uniforms. Short sleeved baseball jerseys and baseball pants. The only visible sign that one can tell they might be a little cold is the second baseman who starts jumping and an alert coach who know his signs........the kid needs to go (and quick). Coach makes a quick mid inning substitution and the 2nd baseman trots off. A few minutes later he announces to his replacement that he's back and reclaims his post. Nobody bothers to alert the scorekeeper to update the book.
And speaking of mutants, there is always, always some big dude who has on a jersey and shorts. Shorts! for crying out loud. He stands around for 6 icy innings somehow trying to convince everyone he's not cold. What is it about guys who wear shorts 365 days of the year? I don't get it.
When the summer hot days do finally come, and we're standing in line to pick up an order of fish and chips at Spuds, you'll often see people staring through the window at those baseball fields. People often say we don't remember pain. From the look on their face as they start to involuntarily shiver, I wonder.......