Dear Frontier League,
For 20 seasons, you have filled my summer nights.
We have had a crazy relationship… a real roller coaster of emotions.
You are some of my fondest memories… And also some of my most heartbreaking ones.
I’ve cried over you and a trophy that seems to always allude the ones that I love.
I’ve celebrated triumphs.
Taken some pretty awesome road trips.
Made life long friends.
I’ve seen boys start their careers and men finish theirs.
And all the bullpen bags, and I really do mean ALLLLL the bags, that were carefully picked and packed. I wouldn’t trade those shopping trips or days of baking cookies for anything.
My loyalty to my home team will always be there, but if you taught me one thing, it’s that the name on the front of the jersey doesn’t matter in the end.
The relationships I’ve made because of you go much deeper than if someone is a WildThing, a Y’All, or even a Miner… hell they might end up being all three at some point in their careers.
You’ve taught me to always take care of the people who take care of you.
This website was built on that statement, and I will always stand by that.
To the people and ballparks that feel like home, thank you.
You’ve helped this once shy girl turn into the confident woman who created something pretty special with Indy Ball Island.
You’ve given me a love for baseball that I now pass on to the ones that I coach.
You’ve given me a place in this world.
The end of the regular season has arrived, and this post season will definitely be one that will toy with my emotions yet again.
20 years later… let’s see how this one plays out.
With love,
Ms. Indy Ball Island
P.S. To every player and coach that has ever put on a Frontier League jersey… I just want to say thank you.
P.P.S. To all the boys who have played their final game… congratulations.
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