These posts are golden folks!!!!!!!! (half of them have me blubbering)
For me:
A well-groomed field, when a batter who is outmatched finds the resolve to battle and battle and battle his way on to first base, a litttle kid and a grandpa both watching and enjoying a game on a summer day.... there are so many....
You guys are making me have a strange case of the sniffles. One of my favorite memories is listening to my 19 year old player and my 82 year old dad talk baseball. Daddy doesn't get around so well anymore but at those times he is 19 too! I remember the last time Daddy played ball. I was about 10 and he was about 40. He was running into home and the teenage catcher blocked his path. Daddy's football mentality came out and he plowed into the catcher with all his might! They both fell to the ground. The only difference was the 19 year old got up, dusted himself off, and continued playing. Daddy had to be helped off the field, helped to the car, helped into the house and put his glove away that day. He said if he couldn't give it everything he had then he didn't want to play anymore. I'm not here to debate whether that decision was right or wrong. My son, of course, was not even born when that situation played out. But I am proud to say he feels the same way about his playing. This is a long story just to say that I LOVE that my son and his grandfather have the same love and desire to give it their all on the ballfield! Now, that's what makes a MAN!
I love the infield dirt right after it has been dragged and watered.
I love hosing down the infield dirt - there is something therapeutic about it.
I love when a pitcher is warming up and pops the mitt, making the other team look over.
I love seeing someone making a diving play and watching the lok on their face as the get up to hose a guy out.
I love the feeling of a well hit ball - something with that much force doesn't even feel like you hit it.
I love when you can talk and be around good baseball people - real guys. You can spot the fake a mile away.
I love hearing the crowd react to a play.
I love seeing a young kid do something he hasn't done before on the field. He may have practiced it but never quite gotten it right in a game.
The play on the slow roller up the 3B line is beautiful.
I love hosing down the infield dirt - there is something therapeutic about it.
I love when a pitcher is warming up and pops the mitt, making the other team look over.
I love seeing someone making a diving play and watching the lok on their face as the get up to hose a guy out.
I love the feeling of a well hit ball - something with that much force doesn't even feel like you hit it.
I love when you can talk and be around good baseball people - real guys. You can spot the fake a mile away.
I love hearing the crowd react to a play.
I love seeing a young kid do something he hasn't done before on the field. He may have practiced it but never quite gotten it right in a game.
The play on the slow roller up the 3B line is beautiful.
From a long time past…
The first uniform.
The first pair of spikes.
The smell of a new baseball glove.
The feel of a brand new baseball.
The feel of a new wood bat.
The thrill of playing under the lights for the first time.
The thrill of playing out of town for the first time.
Following the boxscores, to see how Willie Mays did.
A well manicured baseball field.
And many other things…
Current Life…
Watching talented young kids develop.
Seeing a kid so dedicated and persistent that he proves everyone wrong, including PG.
Seeing so many “great” young people and older people, too.
Getting to know so many other people who share my passion.
Understanding that I will never know as much as I would like to know.
Figuring out that as much as I love the game there are other things that are much more important.
The feeling you get when you can help someone.
Watching PG grow beyond my wildest dreams.
A well manicured baseball field.
And seeing that I drive a lot… Any semi trailer that doesn’t have one of those shiny “mirror like” back ends. Those things should be illegal!
The first uniform.
The first pair of spikes.
The smell of a new baseball glove.
The feel of a brand new baseball.
The feel of a new wood bat.
The thrill of playing under the lights for the first time.
The thrill of playing out of town for the first time.
Following the boxscores, to see how Willie Mays did.
A well manicured baseball field.
And many other things…
Current Life…
Watching talented young kids develop.
Seeing a kid so dedicated and persistent that he proves everyone wrong, including PG.
Seeing so many “great” young people and older people, too.
Getting to know so many other people who share my passion.
Understanding that I will never know as much as I would like to know.
Figuring out that as much as I love the game there are other things that are much more important.
The feeling you get when you can help someone.
Watching PG grow beyond my wildest dreams.
A well manicured baseball field.
And seeing that I drive a lot… Any semi trailer that doesn’t have one of those shiny “mirror like” back ends. Those things should be illegal!
Having your 20 year old ask you to throw BP when he's home.
Sitting and watching pre-game BP and infield.
The beauty of a well played game between two good teams.
An acrobatic play at ss.
The amazement at how much a summer team's community loves their team.
The character of baseball players who despite trying to beat each other out for playing time, remain good friends and supportive.
Sitting and watching pre-game BP and infield.
The beauty of a well played game between two good teams.
An acrobatic play at ss.
The amazement at how much a summer team's community loves their team.
The character of baseball players who despite trying to beat each other out for playing time, remain good friends and supportive.
Thanks for this thread.
I was at the end of a not-so-great day, and almost skipped my daily ritual of checking up on the new postings here. Might just as easily have left the office and went home in a grumpy mood, but now, I'm gonna swing by the house, scoop up the kid, and spend a few quality moments at the ballfield.
HSbbweb, and threads like this one, are truly the gold standard of excellence on the World Wide Web.
So, here are a couple of my contributions to the Oppo Pet Peeves:
1) Visiting new ball fieids when traveling, as if to judge the essense of a place by the quality of it's baseball facilities.
Example: I had checked my son (10 years old) out of school early so he could ride with me to visit his grandpop in a retirement center near where I grew up. After the visit, we happened to drive by my old high school, and cars were piling into the parking lot for the homecoming football game. He talked me into turning around and pulling into the lot. Now, I had not been there for over thirty years, so it was pretty nostalgic for me. The special thing is that when we went into the football stadium, it was adjacent to the schoool's baseball complex, and he and I both just naturally, as if by magic, with no control of where we walked, headed straight over to the deserted baseball field. There were 5000 people in the football stadium, people and things I hadn't seen in a long long time, and all sorts of things to grab the interest of a ten year old boy, but we walked straight through all of it to the diamond around behind the football field. The gates happened to be open, but if they were shut, I'm sure we would have found a way in, like we do at all the other fields we visit. We felt the cut of the grass, we stood in the batter's box and commented on the dimensions to the power alleys, we picked up a handful of dirt on the mound, and we sat in the dugout envisioning a game around us. As we walked out back toward the crowd at the football field, he told me "Yep, this is an OK place..."
Funny thing is, we repeat a scene similar to this anytime we visit a place with a ball field.
2) Lena Blackburne's Baseball Rubbing Mud.
I assume most here are familiar with the story, but Google it up if you're not...
My son just ordered a jar (using his own allowance money) to rub up the box of pearls I bought for next season.
We're trying to plan a trip to Cooperstown sometime next year, and we will see one of Josh's games if we get there during his season.
I also want to someday introduce him to Coach May, so maybe some of the coach's wisdom will seep into the kid by osmosis.
And, when he's ready, he will get a binder of all the great posts I've printed from these forums.
I was at the end of a not-so-great day, and almost skipped my daily ritual of checking up on the new postings here. Might just as easily have left the office and went home in a grumpy mood, but now, I'm gonna swing by the house, scoop up the kid, and spend a few quality moments at the ballfield.
HSbbweb, and threads like this one, are truly the gold standard of excellence on the World Wide Web.
So, here are a couple of my contributions to the Oppo Pet Peeves:
1) Visiting new ball fieids when traveling, as if to judge the essense of a place by the quality of it's baseball facilities.
Example: I had checked my son (10 years old) out of school early so he could ride with me to visit his grandpop in a retirement center near where I grew up. After the visit, we happened to drive by my old high school, and cars were piling into the parking lot for the homecoming football game. He talked me into turning around and pulling into the lot. Now, I had not been there for over thirty years, so it was pretty nostalgic for me. The special thing is that when we went into the football stadium, it was adjacent to the schoool's baseball complex, and he and I both just naturally, as if by magic, with no control of where we walked, headed straight over to the deserted baseball field. There were 5000 people in the football stadium, people and things I hadn't seen in a long long time, and all sorts of things to grab the interest of a ten year old boy, but we walked straight through all of it to the diamond around behind the football field. The gates happened to be open, but if they were shut, I'm sure we would have found a way in, like we do at all the other fields we visit. We felt the cut of the grass, we stood in the batter's box and commented on the dimensions to the power alleys, we picked up a handful of dirt on the mound, and we sat in the dugout envisioning a game around us. As we walked out back toward the crowd at the football field, he told me "Yep, this is an OK place..."
Funny thing is, we repeat a scene similar to this anytime we visit a place with a ball field.
2) Lena Blackburne's Baseball Rubbing Mud.
I assume most here are familiar with the story, but Google it up if you're not...
My son just ordered a jar (using his own allowance money) to rub up the box of pearls I bought for next season.
We're trying to plan a trip to Cooperstown sometime next year, and we will see one of Josh's games if we get there during his season.
I also want to someday introduce him to Coach May, so maybe some of the coach's wisdom will seep into the kid by osmosis.
And, when he's ready, he will get a binder of all the great posts I've printed from these forums.
How my memory is shot yet I still vividly remember with every sense experiencing so many great plays and great moments ranging across the timespan of my youth, my kids' years and the times of those I have coached.
How I still yell out loud at great plays regardless of the surroundings. Sorry, honey.
How I still take a few seconds to smell the leather every time I put a glove on, even just to throw BP.
How some days, I can use various aspects of baseball to teach any possible life lesson and other days I can totally forget about life lessons and just thoroughly enjoy pure baseball.
How I still yell out loud at great plays regardless of the surroundings. Sorry, honey.
How I still take a few seconds to smell the leather every time I put a glove on, even just to throw BP.
How some days, I can use various aspects of baseball to teach any possible life lesson and other days I can totally forget about life lessons and just thoroughly enjoy pure baseball.
This is a thread that should go beyond 17 pages, or Rounds (per Sultan). Thanks for getting this started biggerpapi. There are some great posts thus far in this thread, and while I can’t compete with some of your amazing posts, here are just a few of my Oppo Pet Peeves:
1. Playing catch with my son (Easily #1, the rest of the list is in no particular order)
• I have fond memories of playing catch with my dad as a youngster, and it meant a lot to me. I apologize for getting personal, but my parents divorced when I was young. He never saw me play in a HS or College game, and I vowed to never let that happen with my kids. BTW, on a side note, the man is a pretty good Grandpa now.
• Following kids that I’ve coached and/or my son has played with over the years as they continue pursuing their dream. I have approximately 35 college and professional baseball websites saved on my favorites list, and I follow (actually my wife says I “Stalk”) all of them.
• Dodgers, Padres, and Angels games as a youngster.
• At Dodgers Stadium watching Steve Garvey go yard after being knocked down with a pitch up and in…and my dad calling the dinger as Garv was getting up to brush off his pants prior to the next pitch.
• Watching my son pitch against Garvey’s son as a freshman in HS and hitting him between the numbers. Only to have them become summer teammates and friends down the road.
• Allen Craig (son of one of my friends), and a utility player from my home town is preparing to play in the World Series with the Cardinals, pretty cool Oppo Pet Peeve!
• Sitting in the stands watching my son play college fall baseball on one of the best fields in the nation, with some very talented young men, and realizing that he is doing pretty well and belongs out there with them. I'm proud of his hard work and sacrifice over the years. He's grown up to be an exceptional young man, on and off the field. My ultimate Oppo Pet Peeve!
1. Playing catch with my son (Easily #1, the rest of the list is in no particular order)
• I have fond memories of playing catch with my dad as a youngster, and it meant a lot to me. I apologize for getting personal, but my parents divorced when I was young. He never saw me play in a HS or College game, and I vowed to never let that happen with my kids. BTW, on a side note, the man is a pretty good Grandpa now.
• Following kids that I’ve coached and/or my son has played with over the years as they continue pursuing their dream. I have approximately 35 college and professional baseball websites saved on my favorites list, and I follow (actually my wife says I “Stalk”) all of them.
• Dodgers, Padres, and Angels games as a youngster.
• At Dodgers Stadium watching Steve Garvey go yard after being knocked down with a pitch up and in…and my dad calling the dinger as Garv was getting up to brush off his pants prior to the next pitch.
• Watching my son pitch against Garvey’s son as a freshman in HS and hitting him between the numbers. Only to have them become summer teammates and friends down the road.
• Allen Craig (son of one of my friends), and a utility player from my home town is preparing to play in the World Series with the Cardinals, pretty cool Oppo Pet Peeve!
• Sitting in the stands watching my son play college fall baseball on one of the best fields in the nation, with some very talented young men, and realizing that he is doing pretty well and belongs out there with them. I'm proud of his hard work and sacrifice over the years. He's grown up to be an exceptional young man, on and off the field. My ultimate Oppo Pet Peeve!
I love the memories baseball has. Golf is very similar. In no other sport do you hear people tell a story like, "in 1951, it was a day game and the wind was blowing out to right. etc..."
I took my (now) wife to a Cubs' night game in 1990. We didn't have tickets and a car pulled up to us as we walked by Nuts On Clark. He had two tickets 12 rows from first base...two for the price of one.
We had such a great time that the next day, I blew off school and bought a ticket from a guy on the exit ramp from the Kennedy Expressway. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the location...exact same seat...NINTH row! I paid quite a bit more for that seat.
A family sitting next to me had brought in their own sack lunch for their kids and they shared a lunchmeat sandwich with me.
The only fuzzy memory is which game this happened...Andre Dawson hit a home run in the 9th to tie the game and an identical homer to dead center field in the 11th to win.
This being said...I can't remember what I had for lunch today.
I took my (now) wife to a Cubs' night game in 1990. We didn't have tickets and a car pulled up to us as we walked by Nuts On Clark. He had two tickets 12 rows from first base...two for the price of one.
We had such a great time that the next day, I blew off school and bought a ticket from a guy on the exit ramp from the Kennedy Expressway. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the location...exact same seat...NINTH row! I paid quite a bit more for that seat.
A family sitting next to me had brought in their own sack lunch for their kids and they shared a lunchmeat sandwich with me.
The only fuzzy memory is which game this happened...Andre Dawson hit a home run in the 9th to tie the game and an identical homer to dead center field in the 11th to win.
This being said...I can't remember what I had for lunch today.
The last two times I cried were baseball-related. Both times, my son was playing and I wasn't able to be there.
A couple of years ago, my wife took him to AZ and he was MVP of one of the PG tourneys there. And this fall, he played his first fall college game with his grandparents in attendance. He doubled and homered in that series.
Fortunately my wife and in-laws were able to see this but when I talked to him on the phone I was overcome by emotion, pride, guilt, happiness, excitement....
Okay, I gotta stop now.
A couple of years ago, my wife took him to AZ and he was MVP of one of the PG tourneys there. And this fall, he played his first fall college game with his grandparents in attendance. He doubled and homered in that series.
Fortunately my wife and in-laws were able to see this but when I talked to him on the phone I was overcome by emotion, pride, guilt, happiness, excitement....
Okay, I gotta stop now.
Great topic. I’ve enjoyed reading all the posts.
I won’t claim this anecdote is terribly insightful; but I love that as a home run flies over a fence, there’s enough time to contemplate that it really, really shouldn’t happen; no way a Batter should be able to square up on a baseball with enough force to make it fly 300, 350, 400+ feet.
Not to completely over sell it, but it is an instant that allows you to wonder what else a human is capable of.
I won’t claim this anecdote is terribly insightful; but I love that as a home run flies over a fence, there’s enough time to contemplate that it really, really shouldn’t happen; no way a Batter should be able to square up on a baseball with enough force to make it fly 300, 350, 400+ feet.
Not to completely over sell it, but it is an instant that allows you to wonder what else a human is capable of.
quote:The last two times I cried were baseball-related. Both times, my son was playing and I wasn't able to be there.
A couple of years ago, my wife took him to AZ and he was MVP of one of the PG tourneys there. And this fall, he played his first fall college game with his grandparents in attendance. He doubled and homered in that series.
Fortunately my wife and in-laws were able to see this but when I talked to him on the phone I was overcome by emotion, pride, guilt, happiness, excitement....
Okay, I gotta stop now.
Not sure why baseball does that to us. I don't get emotional about any other sports that my son and I have played.
Last time I got very emotional was the summer before last. We were visiting my last remaining grandparent (grandmother). Upper 80's and in poor health in a nursing home. She passed a couple weeks later. In the car after the visit I told my 15yo son "When I'm that age, all I want is for you to come over and watch a baseball game with me once in awhile". He said "OK".
This why I love baseball. It brings people together that may never have the opportunity.
I also want to keep this thread going...
General:
1. The feeling of trying on a new glove in the store.
2. Hearing the bat hit the ball when the right swing meets the right pitch.
3. Somebody making it to first base on nothing but hustle.
4. Seeing a pitcher buckle a batter's knees.
5. An outfield assist.
6. When umpires get the close ones right.
Personal:
1. Watching my son try not to smile rounding the bases after hitting a home run, or try not to cry after not getting the job done in a big spot.
2. The ritual Saturday & Sunday drive thru breakfast at McD's on the way to games.
3. Getting him angry in the cage so that he swings harder and then imagining how that ball would have hurt without the L-screen there.
4. Catching a great bullpen when his pitches actually go where he wants them.
5. Watching him try on a new uniform. He does it at 15 just like he did at 5 with the same excited look on his face.
6. Touring colleges around all the tournament sites, and "breaking in" to the baseball field.
General:
1. The feeling of trying on a new glove in the store.
2. Hearing the bat hit the ball when the right swing meets the right pitch.
3. Somebody making it to first base on nothing but hustle.
4. Seeing a pitcher buckle a batter's knees.
5. An outfield assist.
6. When umpires get the close ones right.
Personal:
1. Watching my son try not to smile rounding the bases after hitting a home run, or try not to cry after not getting the job done in a big spot.
2. The ritual Saturday & Sunday drive thru breakfast at McD's on the way to games.
3. Getting him angry in the cage so that he swings harder and then imagining how that ball would have hurt without the L-screen there.
4. Catching a great bullpen when his pitches actually go where he wants them.
5. Watching him try on a new uniform. He does it at 15 just like he did at 5 with the same excited look on his face.
6. Touring colleges around all the tournament sites, and "breaking in" to the baseball field.
- The pop of the glove on a cold morning, listening to my pitcher(s) warm up before the first game of the day.
- The true bang bang plays at first...especially a good scoop at both ends
- Kids making a do or die play and playing it off like it was no big deal
- The look on a fielder's face when he realizes the ball IS In his glove...
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- The true bang bang plays at first...especially a good scoop at both ends
- Kids making a do or die play and playing it off like it was no big deal
- The look on a fielder's face when he realizes the ball IS In his glove...
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what a great thread! I have a few i would love to share as well.
1. playing catch with my son's (oldest is 23 and youngest is 16)- any day- easily the best one
2. playing catch with my dad- he can't anymore because of health but loves to hear us talk baseball
3. each of my son's first home run- the pure joy of that for them was incredible
4. watching a well played baseball game
5. my second favorite was when my middle son was in t ball maybe 7 yrs old. he was the first baseman (because isnt that where you put the kid who can catch the ball! ha)
a young boy (obviously mentally handicapped) came to the plate and hit a ball back to the pitcher.
the boy was thrown out but not by much
my son caught the ball home plate side of first base line, glove open, ball easily seen and he was standing on first base, so the young man was out.
here come the incredible part, the boy as he approached first base, reached in and picke the ball out of my son's glove, then holding it, stepped on 1B. he then gave the ball to my son.
My son then patted him on the back, told him great hit. looked at the ump and said " he is safe, right?" I have never been so proud.
1. playing catch with my son's (oldest is 23 and youngest is 16)- any day- easily the best one
2. playing catch with my dad- he can't anymore because of health but loves to hear us talk baseball
3. each of my son's first home run- the pure joy of that for them was incredible
4. watching a well played baseball game
5. my second favorite was when my middle son was in t ball maybe 7 yrs old. he was the first baseman (because isnt that where you put the kid who can catch the ball! ha)
a young boy (obviously mentally handicapped) came to the plate and hit a ball back to the pitcher.
the boy was thrown out but not by much
my son caught the ball home plate side of first base line, glove open, ball easily seen and he was standing on first base, so the young man was out.
here come the incredible part, the boy as he approached first base, reached in and picke the ball out of my son's glove, then holding it, stepped on 1B. he then gave the ball to my son.
My son then patted him on the back, told him great hit. looked at the ump and said " he is safe, right?" I have never been so proud.
Best ever was 7 year old son's unassisted (but with plenty of help from the crowd) triple play - line drive to 2nd base, tag 2nd base, then tag runner from 1st.
Here are a couple;
-coming home from work and 4 year old son waiting for me with his glove on to play catch, fast forward from work 13 years later, A little 8 year old boy waiting in my drive way for my then 17 year old son to get home from pratice. When he gets home after a long day at school and a 3 hour pratcie, taking time to play catch with that 8 year old boy.
-sitting on a bucket with a bunch of balls around your feet, setting them on a tee one by one for hours. hearing that ping echo throughout the garage. Eventually the wife opens the door and says "its 10:30 on school night!!!"
-coming home from work and 4 year old son waiting for me with his glove on to play catch, fast forward from work 13 years later, A little 8 year old boy waiting in my drive way for my then 17 year old son to get home from pratice. When he gets home after a long day at school and a 3 hour pratcie, taking time to play catch with that 8 year old boy.
-sitting on a bucket with a bunch of balls around your feet, setting them on a tee one by one for hours. hearing that ping echo throughout the garage. Eventually the wife opens the door and says "its 10:30 on school night!!!"
-Throwing BP to the kid...whether he was 5 or now 14. Call out "5 more" (What's left in the bucket) and he always says "one more..."
- The look on his face the first time he hit an over the fence (real) HR. He was almost 9. He was halfway to second base when the Ump told him he didn't have to run, the ball went over the fence.
- The first time he was intentionally walked. I think he was maybe 9...that was too funny. He got really upset and kept asking what he did wrong, why couldn't he hit...(I still laugh thinking about that)
- The look on his face the first time he hit an over the fence (real) HR. He was almost 9. He was halfway to second base when the Ump told him he didn't have to run, the ball went over the fence.
- The first time he was intentionally walked. I think he was maybe 9...that was too funny. He got really upset and kept asking what he did wrong, why couldn't he hit...(I still laugh thinking about that)
The Troy (Shorewood, IL) Baseball League.
I drove by their park today and they were still playing games!
I drove by their park today and they were still playing games!
My greatest memory was when my son was pitching in a Jr. High game in 8th grade against our cross town rival. He was mowing guys down through about three innings.
All of a sudden he has no velocity, he's litteraly lobbing the ball in to the catcher. I ask the coach, "Is he OK? Is he hurt? What's going on?" Coach yells out are you OK? He just nods...
Another couple of lobs to make the count 3-2 (hitter swung strangely at two of the previous pitches). He calls catcher out, they talk, he then lobs another pitch three feet outside, hitter swings and misses.
Next batter he's back to normal and ultimately completes a 1-0 win.
On the way home, I ask him about it and he says, "Dad, that kid was special, they put him in to PH so he could get an AB. I was pitching a perfect game, but wouldn't it have been so cool for that kid to be the only baserunner in the game? He could have bragged about it the rest of his life. I did everything I could, I even called the catcher out to tell him I was going to walk him, but he swung anyway. I really wanted him to get on."
It wasn't a perfect game or no hitter, maybe even two hits, I don't remember, it doesn't matter.
Whatever my son achieves in baseball, it'll take something really extraordinary to displace this memory as #1...
All of a sudden he has no velocity, he's litteraly lobbing the ball in to the catcher. I ask the coach, "Is he OK? Is he hurt? What's going on?" Coach yells out are you OK? He just nods...
Another couple of lobs to make the count 3-2 (hitter swung strangely at two of the previous pitches). He calls catcher out, they talk, he then lobs another pitch three feet outside, hitter swings and misses.
Next batter he's back to normal and ultimately completes a 1-0 win.
On the way home, I ask him about it and he says, "Dad, that kid was special, they put him in to PH so he could get an AB. I was pitching a perfect game, but wouldn't it have been so cool for that kid to be the only baserunner in the game? He could have bragged about it the rest of his life. I did everything I could, I even called the catcher out to tell him I was going to walk him, but he swung anyway. I really wanted him to get on."
It wasn't a perfect game or no hitter, maybe even two hits, I don't remember, it doesn't matter.
Whatever my son achieves in baseball, it'll take something really extraordinary to displace this memory as #1...
I just another momment about two hours ago. My Freshman son is home from college in Nebraska this weekend. He had an appointment with his surgeon today 4 month post SLAP tear. The doctor gave him the OK to begin lifting wieghts and hitting.
After lunch and movie (Moneyball) we headed over to a batting cage. Seeing him hit off the tee and some short toss was a great momment. He had strange look. The combination of pure joy and the intensity in trying to get a feel for his swing.
Of course he had me video his swings and download them to his laptop so he can watch it on the flight back to Nebraska.
After lunch and movie (Moneyball) we headed over to a batting cage. Seeing him hit off the tee and some short toss was a great momment. He had strange look. The combination of pure joy and the intensity in trying to get a feel for his swing.
Of course he had me video his swings and download them to his laptop so he can watch it on the flight back to Nebraska.
JMoff - wow. I am proud of your son and I don't even know him.