I BLEED MAROON
Getting older is not something I have completely wrapped my head around yet. Being over 30 makes me want to cry or maybe its the constant “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” from my five-year-old son and three-year-old daughter. No matter, my body felt its age after this weekend’s Milano alumni softball game.
Several of my family members, adopted family members and myself organized “Team Lagrone” to play in the tournament. Decked out in our red “Lagrone Reunion” shirts we lost our first game and won our second one and in between had a great time.
My very first turn at bat I actually hit the ball to the outfield. I was so proud. That was until I started to run in a dead sprint (at least as fast as I could run) to first base. My body almost went into to shock right there down the baseline. It was screaming, “What are you doing? We don’t run. Are you crazy? Stopppp!!”
Well they over threw the cut off at third base and I ran to second. When the play was over I asked “where is the oxygen?”
Playing reminded me how much I miss the game of softball and really how much I missed playing. I enjoyed getting to play with my family, but especially my classmate Melissa Montoya. We were on Milano High School’s first ever softball team together and I enjoyed getting to spend time with her on the diamond again.
A special moment for our family came during the opening ceremony’s first pitch. The Milano Athletic Booster Club, who sponsored the event, asked my dad, Claude Lagrone, to throw out the first pitch. He was so excited, as were the rest of us that he was asked.
Dad coached girls summer league T-ball and softball for many years while we were growing up. I played starting in fourth grade and my sister Janie since her first grade year.
Several summers he coached a fast pitch team and a T-ball team in Cameron, was an umpire and also worked shift work at the Santa Fe yard in Temple. We logged many a miles down TX 36 each summer as a family.
Those are memories I’ll cherish always. I can’t wait until husband Buck gets out of school and we can start that with our children. I hope “Papa” and “Mama Kay” are tagging right along with us.
When Dad threw out the first pitch, several of his kids and grandkids and other family members were behind home plate. The oldest Lagrone grandchild, Zachary Gaston (my now 20-year-old nephew, man how time flies) was in the catcher position to catch the ball.
It was a proud moment for our family. Thank you to the Booster Club for that special memory.
I’m sure everyone in Milano could hear the whoops and yells coming from my brother Chad and sister-in-law Sherry’s house on Tuesday night as we watched the Lady Aggies basketball team win the school’s first ever women’s basketball national title. What an amazing game.
Chad and his youngest daughter Keely were in Dallas when A&M beat Baylor to reach the final four in what was the fourth meeting of the two nationally ranked teams.
This group of A&M basketball players are very special. They have persevered through a lot and have done amazing things for the school’s program. Head coach Gary Blair is a man of class who expects nothing less from his team.
There is a saying in Aggieland that goes something like, “I’ve seen ‘em lose, I’ve seen ‘em win but I’ve never seen them quit.” Those Lady Ags never quit on Tuesday night and that proved to be the difference.
My favorite part was seeing the players give God the glory for the win. They know who to put first. God bless & Gig ‘Em Ags.