It is with a bittersweet feeling that I announce my retirement from the PWL, effective immediately after the Spring 2017 season.
Like all of you, I was shocked and panicked when I read the news of Chris Gallaway’s retirement. Who could ever fill those shoes? No one person loves wiffleball (and is willing to give money to it) the way he does. After forming a transitional committee of mostly eating amazing food, I took the task of becoming the second PWL Commissioner. Before I started though, I was given one last gift from Gallaway in the form of an angry Park Ranger — Gravelly was now “closed.”
What was to be an easy transition quickly turned into a fiasco of finding ANYWHERE that would let us play wiffleball consistently (and legally). After moving locations a few times, we finally found a deal with Moose. We gained a prime piece of real estate with the ability to do just about anything to it, but we lost the instant accessibility to DC and the roar of jets overhead. Piecing together what I could, I recruited more people to help me with the league. Without the help of people like Stephen Crawford, Michael Burns, Alex Filides, John Hamlett, and of course, Chris Gallaway — this league would have failed on day 1 of the transition. And that is why I am confident the league will continue without me. We are a league that loves to play wiffleball. Yes we are getting older, moving, going through life-changing events, but wiffleball will forever be what binds us together. The league might have to evolve, rebuild, or completely change — but the PWL will continue — and I hope the third commissioner is able to do that better than I could.
I will miss the camaraderie that came with those Sunday mornings on the field. You truly don’t understand how lucky you are to be able to freely discuss wiffleball until you come back to the office Monday and realize no one is interested in your strikeout pitch rotation. I will miss that.
The search for the next commissioner begins now. Please send me a note if you are interested in more information or helping out.
Never forget we beat the Barnburners in the World Series.