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    I'm Sidney Fevella. I was born on December 18, 1946 and lived in Haliimaile. I then moved to Makawao, Maui. I attended St. Joseph Elementary and St. Anthony High School.
   I served my country in the Air Force. I then married my sweetheart, Bernadette Freitas. I retired from the State Harbors Division as a supervisor.
   I've always had a passion for sports; be it hunting, running, basketball, baseball and softball.
   In March 2003, I joined the Guavas Senior Softball team and at the time became their captain and later I became one of their assistant coaches. We lost almost every game, but we had fun. The after the game celebration was so good, you'd thought we won every game.
   Unfortunately, it didn't last for me. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was told it was in my lymph nodes. I took every type of treatment that was thrown at me. The radiation rod sessions where the pits. It was so excruciating, I wouldn't wish it for my worst enemy. A variety of meds and chemo kept me going. With the love and support of Bernie and my family, I slowly recovered.
   When my doctors gave me the OK, I was back on the baseball field, doing what I enjoyed most. I was healthy and strong. I could hit, run, and catch just like before. It was so good, I felt like a kid again.
   Then in May of 2007, I started having a problem throwing the ball. I thought it was a strain or a pulled muscle. My doctor told me I had to stop playing softball. But every Sunday I would suit up and was back in the dugout to give my team hell and moral support too. It was all good.
   In August I went to the State tournament in Kona. At the last game, coach Jimmy Fernandez and Bernie gave me the opportunity I was waiting for. I entered the game as an E.P. and I hit an in the park home run! I was in my glory, surely I was the happiest person there.
   But that too was short lived. Two months later my joy turned sour. I was once again diagnosed with another type of cancer. The treatments and medication continues to this day.
   Believe me there are good days and some rotten ones. But I still have that powerful feeling that one day I'll suit up as a Guava again, raise hell in the dugout and run out to left field to play ball.
   The only thing now, is that I was told that the pest of my life; the big C; is now in my head. Here I go again with more treatments and medication.
   But you know, I'll never give up. I remain up beat. I'm a fighter. I look forward to seeing the sunshine every morning and thank God for a beautiful night. I know with God's help, the prayers, and the love of Bernie, Jamie; my daughter; and her family, my mom, brothers, relatives, friends, and my teammates, I'm going to be OK.
   Because I always believe "The Game Is Not Over 'Til The Last Man Is Out".