So..first home college game for son was today. Yikes. So exciting! And it was a great game with lots of stomach twists and weird calls and all the bells and whistles. This was the first time we saw son officially suited up. It was simply the best experience to see him with all these great players, running down towards the bullpen, warming up a bit, stretching, chatting with his teammates. And though he didn't get in, it just reaffirmed to me that he worked darn hard to get here..and it's all worth it to see him just walk onto that beautiful field. We stood next to a dad of a player on the opposing team. It was cool to compare notes about our experiences. When his kid hit a home run, yeah, I cheered a bit (silently) because I knew how the dad must have felt. And that dad even kind of chuckled and winced. when a weird call cost us a run.
If anybody tells you that just "being there" isn't special, they're nuts! Good luck to everyone as the season progresses!