These are some great stories. They remind me of just why baseball is so special among all of the sports. Just to add my 2 cents worth, mine is the first time son pitched at one of the big national tourneys. At the time, he had not really had any exposure, and so was an unknown at this particular event, and up to that point, had been a rec/local aau player. Takes his warm-up pitches, has a quick chat with the catcher. Gets on the mound and looks up to see like 40 radar guns pointed at him!! He looked like he was gonna make a #2 right there!! He stepped off the back, adjusted his cup (guess it was time to see what you got down there), and proceeded to throw a CG gem against one of the top teams in the country. He had just turned 16 at the time, and after the last pitch (89 on the black), his fist-pump was probably one of the most pure moments of joy either one of us will ever experience.