My 6 ft 140 lb sophomore son hit his first varsity HR last week. He told me it felt like he was rounding the bases in a dream. Over the past few days I thought about all those years of throwing him batting practice. Working in a hot factory, I would come home physically drained only to be met by my son with a bucket of 50+ balls and a bat. Off to the field we would go for 100+ practice swings, 50+ practice ground balls and then a round of long toss. With summer temperatures usually in the 80's, and an aching arm, it was exhausting. That night I was thrilled to watch him wade through his teammates as he crossed home plate. Heading for the bench, he briefly looked up at me and smiled. I'll remember that look and smile the rest of my life. Yeah, it was all worth it.
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