Son's team lost the Championship Series of the NECBL last night after a great run into and through the playoffs.
I sit here and reflect - and as any dad would - once again think about my son's summer experience in this great league.
I rarely write about him - but what the heck.
After a slow start with the bat - and a minor shoulder injury that caused him to miss about 40% of the season - the kid just dont quit.
Going into the last week of the season - struggling to just make the playoffs - he returns to the lineup - goes on a 7 game hitting streak batting about .420 - steals 8 out of 8 bases (had 20 of 21 for the season with the only miss on a steal of home) and plays great defense.
They make the playoffs - win the quarters and the semis - and make it all the way to the finals.
Every game - he is covered with dirt from head to toe. Playing in front of crowds that ranged from 2000 to 4500 fans.
A filthy dirty mess after every game - with a smile as wide as the Atlantic and a still burning love for the game.
I know it is nothing compared to the many accomplishments of so many others here - but when I think of him and what he has learned from the ups and downs of this game - I just smile.
I wish I could be more eloquent - but this will have to do.
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