Today, my son left the Northern tundra on his quest to the pinstripes evil empire in Tampa. I already feel lost.
This last Fall was the first time since he graduated HS I was able to spend some extended quality time with my best friend. We spent the Fall golfing together, he landscaped the back yard, We watched UW and Packer games together, he painted the house interior. We worked out together, he did my Xmas shopping for me. We spent late nights together shooting the shet about his baseball experiences, he shoveled the snow. We cooked some of the most exotic recipes the internet has to offer together, he kept his mother off my back. Boy, do I miss him already
It's a sad day that I hope everyone here gets to experience at some point in your life whether baseball is part of it or not. It was a closing of a book that convinced me that the young man who I watched leave for college five years ago had entered full manhood while still chasing that dream with the same passion he did 15 years ago.
How can feeling so bad, feel so good?
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