Welcome to the HTV Little League Main page. This league serves 5 - 12 year old boys and girls in the Huntington township area.
CHILDREN OF LITTLE LEAGUE AGE SHOULD NOT BE PRACTICING ON THE 90 FOOT FIELDS.
| Major Division |
| Majors East |
Director - Craig Althoff |
| Major West |
Director - Craig Althoff |
| Minor Division |
| Minors East |
Director - Mike Young |
| Minors West |
Director - Mike Young |
| T-Ball Division |
| 3A Director |
Dave Palo |
| Rookie Director |
Mike Devino |
| Instructional Director |
Greg Apostle |
| Pee Wee East Director |
Gary Bouvin |
| Pee Wee West Director |
Marion Heid |
| PeeWee Junior Director |
Scott Lindquist |
LITTLE LEAGUE PLEDGE:
I trust in God, I Love my country and will respect its laws. I will play fair and strive to win, but win or lose I will always do my best.
Sportsmanship by league managers!
JUST A LITTLE CHILD:
The child stands at the plate -with a heart pounding fast; The bases are loaded; the die has been cast. Mom and Dad cannot help; the child stands all alone. A hit at this moment would send the team home. The ball nears the plate; the child swings and misses. There's a groan from the crowd, with some boos and hisses. A thoughtless voice cries, "Strike out the bum!" Tears/ill the child's eyes; the game s no longer fun Remember - they're just children who stand all alone. So open your heart and give them a break For it s moments like this an adult you can make Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget They are just children, not adults yet
TO MY GROWN-UP CHILD
My hands were busy through the day, I didn't have much time to play The little games you asked me to. I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook, But when you'd bring your picture book And ask me please to share your fun, I'd say: "A little later, my child." I'd tuck you in all safe at night And hear your prayers, turn out the lights, Then tiptoe softly to the door - I wish I'd stay a minute more. For life is short, the years rush past, A little child grows up so fast. No longer is he at your side, His precious secrets to confide. The picture book is put away; There are no longer games to play, No good night kiss, no prayers to hear - That all belongs to yesteryear. My hands once busy now are still - The days are long and hard to fill. I wish I could go back and do The little things you asked me to. (Author Unknown)
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