My son's best "baseball brother" from his childhood plays in the same college conference as he does. My son's first appearance on the mound this year was to close a game against friend's team. It was three up and three down with the friend being the last of the three. That was the first time they had faced each other as batter/hitter since they were about 12 years old. The friend was almost giddy getting to face his best buddy and wearing this big goofy grin he could do nothing about. My son shared the same emotion, but was lucky to have a glove to hide his joy a bit. I spent the day yesterday phoning that friend to get updates on son's game. That's a friendship through a game that will bond them for the rest of their lives.
