This week I am announcing two of the winners of my recent “Why Sports Matter” contest. Contestants were instructed to write 100 words on why sports matter to them. The other three winners will appear in this space on April 12.
20 years of baseball weekends
When my son went off to college we didn’t communicate often and I felt we were losing touch with each other. In his junior year, I suggested that we have a baseball weekend in Atlanta. We spent the weekend hanging out and seeing the sights.
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This baseball weekend has endured for 20 years with a visit to a different city each year. A slow-paced baseball weekend is an ideal time to catch up on our hectic lives with no pressure to talk. But talk we do and share our hopes and fears! Baseball is just an excuse to connect.
Drop that puck
When the Charlotte Checkers returned in 1993, I was lucky to win the “Name The Team” contest. The prize was the honor of dropping the ceremonial first puck.
Thrilled, I recalled my 1960s childhood in east Charlotte, walking to skate at the coliseum and staying for evening hockey. When I dropped the puck and No. 22 Matt Robbins handed it back to me, it was a starry-eyed little girl who held out her hand.
Rarely in life are we granted closure. Each time I wrap my fingers around that puck today, it’s 1965 again.
Charlotte E. Haberyan