Lest we not forget the "softball grandparents" that follow the team religiously. One car always packed with wagons, umbrellas, various clothes, and necessary coolers. Grandma's emergency kits with bandaids, asperin, goodies. No more week end tee times (well there goers my 11 handicap), no more family affairs to go to, and a miriade of excuses to miss them. And usually a suitecase waiting to be filled for the long trips.
To be honest, I wouldn't miss it for the world, in fact I've adopted the team as "honorary grandpa"............