Now that the Georgia clay has settled

Just to show that the Rollercoaster Ride so often talked about here has a long old track AND to alert the players (and parents thereof) affectionately known as Second Day Guys that it most assuredly Ain't Over 'Til It's Over....

My lovely son got a call from the Padres on (appropriately) Father's Day to ask him if he might consider joining them in Eugene for a little short-season A ball. Checking his schedule, he realized he was free. So he's now in beautiful Oregon, having signed his contract, and is qualified to be called a Professional Baseball Player. (Can I get an Amen?)

The call came during a workout weekend in New York for the Great Britain National Team, and here's how it went: up at 7am, workout and sports psychologist lecture until lunch, return call from Pads, do happy dance, call Mom (realize she's working and leave sneaky message saying it's time to grow up and he won't be playing summer ball after all), play game (hit single, double, and triple), call Mom after she's finished work and, in the immortal words of Jack Buck, "Go crazy folks, go crazy", hit the airport for 7pm flight, in between flights back to Atlanta, call friends, Mom, coaches, Mom, and GF (ouch!), deal with delayed flights, land at ATL 2am, go to teammate's family home who have kindly been keeping him, do laundry, pack car with excess for Mom to pick up later, pack for Eugene, crash for about 90 minutes, and back to ATL by 1pm to start the trek West to Spokane where the team will start their season on the road this evening, arrive (though his luggage enjoys the journey for another day), sign, meet team, and currently awaiting the physical tomorrow morning so that he will be legal to play (from my mouth to God's ear) tomorrow.
Whew!

He had all the conversations with scouts and crosscheckers from several teams before the draft, he took psychological tests, he was invited to and attended predraft workouts, but On The Day ---- zippo. OK Mom, says he, there are Independent Leagues, there's a couple of scouts still talking about slots, there's playing in Europe.

Then pretty much a week after a devestating disappointment...there's a contract.

Me, every once in a while I just find myself laughing. Woo-hoo!