I've been waiting to get home to my computer for the last hour and a half.
Tonight my high school played in our last game together in the second round of the state tournament; which we lost. This experience made me realize a lot of things. During the last four years I have taken for granted the players and coaches I have been lucky enough to spend my wonderful high school career with. We played a good team and they flat-out beat us, and it hurt. We were down 8-1 in the top of the 7th and I came up to hit with 2 outs and ended the game on a ground out. It was the worst feeling I have ever fealt in my entire life. I had to walk into a dugout that was filled with a group of guys who were destroyed as I was.
This wasn't the hardest part though. I looked at the seniors and realized that 75% of them would never play the game of baseball again. I never really understood how fortunate I am to be able to go play college baseball and continue playing this amazing game. I saw the tears run down their faces and it hurt.
I just wanted this to be on here not only because this site has given me the chance to vent from timt to time, but also because I don't want other players to make the same mistake I did. Every day you get the chance to play the game of baseball with a team of guys you love, you need to realize one day it will be over. In the end it doesn't matter whether or not you got into fights or didn't like each other at one point. What matters is that at the end of the day you will stand side by side with each and every one of them and work until that last out is called.
I'm gonna miss this team, and I'm gonna miss high school baseball.
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