A couple of days have past, so I can finally write about the end of my son's HS season and HS career. Most of you dealt with it a few months ago, but we are in Iowa where HS ball is played in the summer. The boys lost their chance at the state tourney, but had a great season and should be proud of their efforts. I am most proud of my son, he displayed great focus and determination throughout the final game. Unfortunately, the game just didn't go our way.
My wife and I waited patiently for him to leave the clubhouse...about 30-40 minutes. He slowly walked out, trying to hold back tears, and told us how much he loved us and thanked us for all of our support. Several other team parents stopped to hug him or shake his hand and wish him well and to say what a great player and kid he has been. He may not be the most talented player in Iowa HS baseball, but few will surpass his passion and dedication for the game.He loves the game and will undoubtedly be a great coach one day. But, for now, he's turning the page and heading off to college ball...practices start in just a few weeks. We are so proud of what he has accomplished to this point and the future looks very bright for him...on and off the field. It feels really good to see that all of our miscues as parents for the past 18 years did no irrepable damage. Play ball!