When the Staten Island Yankees begin their season on Friday, Jane M. Rogers, the team’s president and general manager, may reflect on the day she answered a want ad for a secretary 16 years ago. She was an at-home mother who had never seen a minor-league baseball game; the Yankees had not yet come to Staten Island. “I had no idea it was going to develop into a career,” Ms. Rogers, 59, said. Now she handles all team logistics and her husband, Michael, a retired sanitation worker, manages the stadium. The two live in Tottenville with a Shih Tzu named Rocket Rogers. “I hate to be called the team mom,” she said. “Sometimes they say that but I don’t like it. I feel like I’m sitting here baking cookies for them, which I don’t.” JOHN LELAND  HUMAN ALARM CLOCK I’m up usually by 7 o’clock. My husband gets me up. Michael requires about three hours of sleep, and he’s as chipper in the morning as he is going to bed three hours earlier. He’s right there with the blinds pulled, “Come on, get up, start the day.”  GO FOR TWO Immediately I have two cups of coffee without any conversation. Mike makes it. Two treats absolutely for little Rocket Rogers. And then it usually starts with a phone call to my 2-year-old grandson, who lives right near us. Sundays we try to see him, because we have more time to spend with him. My daughter will come over or we’ll go over there, or we’ll go shopping. But in the morning the normal routine is coffee, a little conversation, we clean the house together.  PLUG IN I check emails immediately. An emergency during the season could be a player could be hurt or have to be taken to the airport to go home for surgery. Emergency is a bus breakdown in the hills of Pennsylvania somewhere, which is always a fun thing, because not only am I up, but now the bus company owner is up as well and we’re trying to figure out where the bus is. Things like that come up. My cellphone is always on, my email is always going on, in constant touch, 24 hours a day.  THE GRANDDAUGHTER PROJECT Lately on Sundays I try to get some type of sewing in. That’s my relaxation. I always have a million projects going on. Never seem to finish them. But with a new granddaughter on the way, I’m trying to whip up a couple things for the new one, coming in July.  FAMISHED AT THE OFFICE I never eat breakfast right away. Breakfast doesn’t come until lunchtime. It’s a terrible habit. On Sundays I go to the office about 12 o’clock. I probably haven’t eaten anything yet. By the time I get into the office I’m going to be starved. I immediately put on another pot of coffee and grab something out of the fridge here, whether it’s a Weight Watchers dinner or something like that. This time of year I’ll probably be here five or six hours on a Sunday. Not a whole night. I try to get home so I can at least have some type of dinner and get myself ready to start the week again.  NAILS, GRAB A SANDWICH If I can squeeze in a manicure I will probably do that. Then I’ll go home and I will grab a bite to eat. Just a little cafe where I could pick up an egg salad sandwich or something, and a Diet Dr Pepper. That would be perfect.  NIGHT MOVES Do some more paperwork, some emails. Take a look at my closet and say, “What am I wearing this week?” based on what’s coming up.  SITTING STILL FOR CARY GRANT The only channel I watch is Turner Classic Movies or AMC. I like to watch old movies, black and white. If there’s a Cary Grant movie, I’m there. But I don’t watch any sitcoms or dramas. I’m a fidgeter — it’s very hard for me to relax. I don’t think I’ve ever sat and watched a baseball game for three or four hours. I don’t think I’ve sat and watched anything for three or four hours. From 10 to 11, I usually sit at the dining room table flipping through the Sunday paper, try to catch up on the local news.  PRAYER This is going to sound corny, but I believe in nightly prayers. And I usually drink a cup of coffee between 10 and 11, too, which doesn’t affect me at all. I can still go to sleep. My mom always had her prayer book and rosary beads and a glass of water by the side of her bed, and maybe out of habit I do the same thing — prayer book, rosary beads and a glass of water.  A version of this review appears in print on June 14, 2015, on page MB2 of the New York edition with the headline: Just Don’t Call Her the Team Mom . Order Reprints| Today's Paper|Subscribe
Ms. Rogers, president and general manager of the minor league team, starts the day with a couple of cups of coffee and a call to her grandson and ends it with coffee and prayers before bed.