As some of my friends know, I have been kind of melancholy lately. It started with the end of the collegiate wood-bat season as my son was standing on deck while the kid ahead of him made the last out of the season. You might say no big deal. It was the last wood-bat game he was ever going to participate in at the collegiate level. This fall will be the last fall season he will have. Next spring will do it for his college baseball career. Without even considering whether or not my son can play past college, I have been thinking lots about last times. The last game as a 12 year old when he pitched his team to a championship on the last day of the season. The last time as a high school player when they lost a state playoff game where he led his team to the brink of a championship. The tears in his eyes even though he left everything on the field. He has had tears after every season in college even though by any stretch they have been wildly successful. This is a testament to how special the ride has been and how fast it goes. It can disappear in a heart beat. Never forget the last time.
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