Mo’ne Davis: Three Years Later

Philly girls rock!

So often, people flash onto the world stage and disappear before we get to know them. One-and-dones. One-hit wonders.

Not Mo’ne Davis. She won’t let us forget her name.

As a 13-year-old member of the Philadelphia Taney Dragons, Mo’ne Davis became the second girl, and the first African-American girl, to appear in the Little League World Series. She is the first girl to pitch and win a game and pitch a shutout in Little League World Series history.

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HarperCollins Publishers

Mo’ne also amassed an impressive list of honors and achievements in the wake of her World Series performances:

Time magazine chose her as one of 2014’s 25 most influential teens.

— She won the 2014 ESPY award as Best Breakthrough Athlete.

Sports Illustrated named her the 2014 Sports Kid of the Year.

— She recounts the story in her memoir, Mo’ne Davis: Remember My Name, coauthored with Hilary Beard.

— A Spike Lee documentary, I Throw Like a Girl, tells her story with professional polish.

What Have You Done for Us Lately?

Now 15 years old, Mo’ne still plays sports. Four sports to be exact.

A student at Springside Chestnut Hill Academy in Philadelphia, Mo’ne plays for the school’s varsity basketball, soccer, and softball teams as well as basketball for Philly Triple Threat on the AAU (Amateur Athletic Union) basketball circuit and baseball for the Anderson Monarchs Baseball Club.

Most recently, Mo’ne added another championship to her resume. Playing on the Philadelphia Phillies and representing the Mid-Atlantic region in the 2017 Reviving Baseball in Inner Cities (RBI) World Series, Mo’ne and her teammates won the Junior Baseball Division Championship.

Although Mo’ne continues to excel in baseball, her first love is basketball, and her ultimate goal is to play in the WNBA. Several prominent colleges—include perennial champions UConn—have been watching her progress. Although she once expressed desire to play at UConn, in a recent interview with Anthony Castrovince of mlb.com, Mo’ne says, “I have a different playing style, an old-school playing style. I like to slow things down if the team’s on the run, get the ball moving a little bit.”

So, She’s a Talented Athlete. Big Deal.

Fine. Mo’ne is an athletic phenom. There’s more to life than athletics.

Absolutely. Mo’ne agrees with you.

“Hopefully, that’s not going to be the peak of my life,” Davis says of her Little League World Series experience in a recent interview with Owen McCue of the Philadelphia Inquirer. “I have to keep going up and keep working hard and staying focused and just being myself.”

Photo by Lorie Shaull

Photo by Lorie Shaull

Despite all the accolades, she knows that her successes have come as part of a team, and she’s quick to give credit to her teammates and coaches. The 15-year-old honor-roll student also takes her responsibilities as a role model seriously. She points to hard work and dedication as keys to her success in life, not just in school and sports.

She also looks to the wider community. Mo’ne lent her name and support to M4D3 (Make A Difference Everyday), creating a collection of sneakers for children and women. Proceeds from the sale of Mo’ne-branded sneakers benefit Plan International USA’s Because I Am a Girl initiative, which seeks to aid girls living in poverty in developing countries.

At the 2014 Little League World Series, Mo’ne Davis captured our attention with her poise, charisma, and talent. Three years later, she is determined to prove that she is not a one-hit wonder.

Philly girls rock!

Fathers and Daughters

So, I’ve decided to take a detour.

I planned to write about Malala Yousafzai because she is a superstar in the inspiring teens universe, and she was just awarded the Nobel Peace Prize and the Liberty Medal. I promise to write about her soon, just not today.

Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 94 years old. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, so I think I should just let it out.

My dad was the crazy product of an Irish-Catholic mother and a German-Lutheran father. His mother gave him his beautiful smile; his love of language, especially poetry; and his Catholic faith. From his dad, he learned that life could sometimes be hard, even unfair, but you just had to do your best and keep moving forward.

After his family and faith, my dad had three loves.

Music

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Hearing a beautiful piece of classical music had the power to brighten even his worst days. He asserted that Germans wrote the best music and said that Mozart was his favorite composer.

When I hit my teens and became, according to him, “mouthy,” I pointed out that Mozart was Austrian. He said, “German. Austrian. Same thing.” I’m not sure the Austrians would agree, but I couldn’t convince Dad of that.

When I was in grade school, the Philadelphia classical music station (WFLN then; WRTI now) had a Saturday morning program featuring the music and biographies of the classical music masters. Dad and I would sit at the kitchen table listening to the show, and he would tell me why the slow movements were his favorites and why the Philadelphia Orchestra was the best in the world.

Dad’s love for classical music did not extend to opera, although late in life he condescended to listen to recordings of operas without the words. I never understood the point of that, but if it made him happy, who was I to criticize him?

Baseball

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Cliff Lee Photo by artolog https://www.flickr.com/people/artolog

Dad’s other love was baseball. He was a lifelong Philadelphian and a diehard Phillies fan. Although I was a girl, because I was his only child, Dad saw no reason why he couldn’t take me to Phillies games. This was pretty radical thinking in the Sixties, at least in our family.

When I was very young, we would take a bus to 21st and Leigh Avenue to the old Connie Mack Stadium. Then the Phillies moved to Veterans Stadium, and we had to take a bus and a train. But we still went, and I continued to fill out the scorecards and aggravate my father by asking lots and lots of questions.

He liked to pay attention to every second of the game. We had to buy our hot dogs, sodas, and other snacks before the game or from the vendors who patrolled the stands. Dad NEVER left his seat once a game began. “You wanted to see the game,” he’d say, when I would beg for ice cream. “Watch the game.”

Chocolate

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Chocolate Bunnies Domenico Bandiera Photography https://www.flickr.com/people/66135347@N00

My dad’s third love was chocolate. A perfect day was a day when he had chocolate milk for breakfast, chocolate cookies or Tastykakes with lunch, and a chocolate dessert after dinner. Around 9 p.m., he would head for the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream—chocolate, of course.

Chocolate candy was not safe in our house. Although my mom always bought several bags of candy when Halloween and Easter were on the horizon, invariably, the week before the holiday, she had to go back to the store. Dad had eaten all the Hershey bars, Milky Ways, and chocolate-covered bunnies intended for trick-or-treaters and Easter baskets.

So, Dad, here’s to you. In your honor, I am having chocolate cake and ice cream tonight. Wish you were here to enjoy it with me.

Coda

My all-time favorite novel featuring a father and daughter is To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. (Heck, that’s my all-time favorite novel, period.) I also love Ramona and Her Father by Beverly Cleary.

What are your favorite stories about your Dad?

What are your favorite novels featuring daughters and their dads?