It is the dead of winter here in Florida. 29 degrees outside right now. Baseball springs eternal down here though and I was in Tampa freezing for 5 hours Wednesday watching BP, Fielding and finally a scrimmage, what a great day!
Watching my son play ball is one of the most enjoyable things I get to do right now. My wife and I both love it and really cannot stand to miss a game. I can barely stand to miss a scrimmage. I bring my chair, she brings her camera and we park ourselves, I kick up my feet on the fence and enjoy the ride.
I don't want it to end...
I have no control over this situation any longer. I can't find my guy a summer program or travel team any longer to continue my joy, and experience the joy exhibited by him as he plays the game that personifies a great deal of the individual, now the young man, that he has become.
Will it soon be over? How many more seasons will I (we) get to enjoy?
My thoughts wander to the upcoming draft as I know that, it remains the only real avenue left to keep my son on a field playing competitive baseball. It is a strange thing, a rite of passage, a confirmation that he has spent his time and talent wisely and yet it is not even the goal. To be drafted is just a next step, but one that must be achieved. It is a requirement to reach the goal of playing in the MLB.
So few achieve this...Why have we in our family presumed all these years that my son will continue to play and work at this game, this way of life. It is a way of life. The ebb and flow of our routines follows the baseball season.
We all will continue to enjoy this ride as long as we can, and hope that baseball will be a significant part of our lives for many years to come.
If it is meant to be, it will come to pass.
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