What it felt like: I abandon my son yesterday. I dropped him off on the side of the road somewhere along Rte. 85, in North Carolina, in the middle of nowhere. Now he has to find his way home alone with only a phone call or text a few time a week for help from mom and me.
What really happened: We dropped him off at Louisburg Junior college in Louisburg, NC for the first time. We helped him move in and get settled in his private room with all the creature comforts of home. TV, computer, frig, microwave and Xbox. Stocked him with food and water for a while and left him in the hands of a very welcoming school and coaching staff. My wife tried to convince me that he is "launching" into a new life and adulthood.
She's right of course but why do I feel like I abandon him? And why did I turn into Dick Vermeil at a retirement press conference when we left him in the parking lot. I assume no matter how many kids we have this feeling might be there. But since he's my one and only, and we've spent so much time together with this baseball thing it's an empty feeling I have this morning.
Oh well, life moves on and I have my reservations for the fall season all lined up. Between now and then I'll just go the local field and pitch BP to nobody. At least I won't need the L screen. Or maybe I'll borrow someone else's child for and hour or so. Maybe he won't be able to catch up to my 60 mph fast ball from 40 feet away!
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