I remember driving down to Jupiter for USA Baseball's JO's East in 2005. Midlo Son asks, "Hey dad, what if I were one of the 18 guys they picked as finalists for Team USA?"
I explained that such things were pipe dreams, like when he was 12 and we dreamed of his LL team going to Williamsport. The odds were ridiculous, too many things needed to fall your way at once, and besides, he was only 15 in a 16u tourney. Put it out of your mind and just focus on doing your best.
The following Friday, when they told him he'd been selected for trials in Phoenix, our mouths dropped so wide open neither one of us could speak. Probably the only time in my life that has been the case!
He didn't make the final cut then, and being slowed by a temporary foot injury knocked him out at trials the next year, too. But we still cherish those photos in the Team USA uniform.