Pro Way Sports

PRO WAY History

PRO WAY BASEBALL INC. was established on June 22, 1993, when Marty Hall held his first Pro Way Baseball Clinic. Having had the good fortune of being mentored and coached the game from such greats as Bob Feller, Warren Spahn, Johnny Sain, Sparky Lyle, Ferguson Jenkins, Rick Wise, Bob Lemon, Jim Nettles, Dave Hudgens, Dave McKay, Cito Gaston, and many other major league professionals, Marty Hall has gone on to tutor Vince Perkins of the Toronto Blue Jays-Milwaukee Brewers-Chicago White Sox and now with triple A, Iowa Cubs of the Chicago Cubs, Chris Mears and Mike Saunders of the Seattle Mariners, Jason Blackey of the Boston Red Sox, and Shawn Loglisci of the Los Angeles Dodgers. Henry Mabee is the newest member to join the growing list of Professional's. Henry was chosen by the Chicago White Sox in the (2007) draft. Another Pro Way arm to hit the professional ranks is Graham Campbell, Graham just completed his first taste of pro ball with the 2009 Victoria Seals of the Golden Baseball League.

Many, many more Pro Way students have gone on to play in colleges and universities in North America. Marty has also taken his one on one tutorials and development programs to Australia, Dominican Republic, Japan and Germany.

The photo below is of the Canadian Midget (15 to 17) National Champions in 2002. Marty Hall was the Pitching, Hitting and Defensive Coach, mentoring many to strive for college and the pros: Mike Saunders (Seattle Mariners); Henry Mabee (Chicago White Sox) and Christian Winstanley (Morehead State, Kentucky); Joel Leghorn (New Mexico State); Graham Campbell (Jamestown, North Dakota); and Craig Caven (Kwantlen College, Vancouver, B.C.).

THE BASE

Stephen Jay Fader

There lies a base,

alone in standstill peace,

On top of fine dirt,

between feathered grass,

Square shouldered, with puffy chest,

resembling the players, coming there to rest.

Lying alone with nothing to do,

suddenly a play, all focus on it like glue.

Players collide, to grace it with a touch,

and in abandon, they crash in their rush.

Dust and metal, leather and sweat,

fall on the base with no regret.

The ump, making his call in haste,

points at it, with a screaming face,

All converge, to study the base.

Both dugouts empty, suddenly there's a race.

Now, everyone is on it,

rolling and tumbling,

The base of peace, is now rumbling

The stands erupt, the fans yell out,

"He wasn't safe, it's not his base!"

Amid the storm of discontent,

the base just sits with no intent.

He doesn't care who gets the win.

He lies in peace with a dirty grin.

The Base was published by the Society of American Baseball Research Poetry and Music Sub-Committee