My favorite memory of my childhood are the pick up games after school…one ball, one bat, a couple of gloves then playing until it got so dark that no one could see the ball being pitched. I will forever remember the smell of wet leather, dirt and newly cut grass. It’s a memory so deep that I that I can touch it. Really I can, my knees still have scars from sliding into third, and my elbow still hurts when it’s cold. These memories are like a fog so thick that you can kick a hole in it. Baseball is and will always be my childhood.
The biggest lesson that I have learned from this site, is that if your son wants to play ball beyond high school, he can. Not every one will play in the World Series, but if your player commits himself to this sport, he will learn more than he could ever imagine. He will learn that in life you need to work together for one goal. He will learn that life is good and is bad. He will learn that there is more than just one way to win. He will learn that in losing he will learn more about himself than in winning. He will get an education from his university, but baseball will show him how to use this education.
Rankings are not important. What you son does with his education is.
Good luck to all the boys out there as the season begins.
Study, practice, party, and get your uni dirty.
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