08/11/2022
You remember that feeling when you’re 11 years old - Bases loaded in your best friend’s backyard with a 3 and 2 count and it’s a treehouse homer or bust? The rustling leaves are the crowd, the ghost runner on three is Jeter and it actually kinda didn’t matter if you won or lost because the bike ride home was a brand new race against the streetlights? I used to live for that feeling. Sports, man. Organized, backyard or professional - it did not matter. I lived for it. I feel like a lot of kids did. Then we grow up and we kinda lose that feeling.
This work we do at Crossbar has given me that feeling back. Are we gonna make it? Is this idea a homer or a bust? And how the f am I a 25 year old woman standing in the middle of this multimillion dollar sports complex with a hard hat on. Every single day I kinda feel like I’m standing at the plate with a chance to hit that grand slam. And that’s all thanks to teammates - the long terms ones, the short terms ones and the ones you meet in passing that remind you why you started. All of them have offered a complete labor of love for the good of the game, community or story.
So thank you to our all our teammates, everywhere. From Austin Prario’s backyard when I was 11 to the streets of Rhode Island, Colorado, Oregon and Kenya. This is family. And this is everything. We’re stoked to finish this project so soon. :)
-Tay