Describe your family. Chelsea DeAngio

Baseball has taken over my life. I don’t play it, but the game has imposed itself in a different way. With two brothers who play on two teams each and a father who coaches, I seem to be living, breathing and eating baseball every day of my life.

Each weekend morning, I awake to the sound of slamming drawers and the drop of an aluminum bat on the driveway. Wading through a sea of equipment bags and cleats, I groggily chauffeur the little superstars to the baseball field. (My dad will have been there for hours.) I take my turn running the concession stand. From scorching heat in July to toe-numbing (not to mention mind-numbing) cold in November, I cheer from the stands. I run to the store for more Gatorade. After the game (or, more accurately, games), I return home to a play-by-play re-cap, courtesy of coach and players. Then ESPN goes on for the latest Little League World Series game. All the while, the bat phone rings incessantly. That's right, my dad actually has a cell phone just for baseball!

None of this stops once the weekend is over. Nope, for the past few years of gym class, I’ve jogged past my last name tattooed across the port-a-potty that sits adjacent to the baseball field. My dad generously donated it to the...