• Westport Baseball
    There has always been one person here who loves making his soup.
    And that is my father and,
    He has been here since my brother went to school.
    I have watched many good players walk off this field.
    And forever call my dad “Coach.”
    I have watched him turn little modified boys to senior men.
    Teaching them the game of baseball.
    And even if they only played one year they all still remembered what Markwica baseball is all about.
    Throughout the years I can truly say “I knew you when.”
    Watching him coach his boys at first was a foreign thing for me.
    But now as I graduate as well,
    I the cheerleader will always come back for Westport baseball.
    He might be coach for a short period of time but,
    To me he’s who I have always seen as my dad.
    And as I stand here today wanting nothing more then to cling to him for dear life, along with the rest of my family.
    I know as a fan,
    I too must move on.
    I as a child,
    And a teen have enjoyed long bus rides.
    Going as far as possibly Ticonderoga for both of us to remember.
    And I also smile each and every waking knowing that this man treats,
    Every kid like his own.
    I might not be one of the boys who played baseball for my father.
    But, I stood there and listened with my mother,
    Going over the game for the millionth time.
    I have heard every speech he gives out with extra care.
    Making him “longest winded.”
    And this year,
    I have watch him work side by side with my brother.
    This year like many others I hoped to finally get that championship.
    But to my father it doesn’t matter win or loose,
    He always wants to make his baseball soup.
    Teaching them the true game of baseball.
    And as I continue to watch my dad be “coach”,
    I will be there another graduate from the very start.
    So I’ll say this may you all always remember my father,
    Is Westport baseball.
    And he always will be in my life.