I can now join the ranks of those whose sons have finished their baseball career. Very tough words to type as counting both sons, I've been involved with them and their baseball for the past 19 years, since the oldest started T ball. I didn't think it would be too hard but did find during his last game my throat somewhat constricted as it went on and I found my self remembering moments past, and trying to savor every second..while also snapping 200+ pictures (aren't digital cameras great?). My son told us later that night it was oddly sort of a relief-they'd played 11 pressurized games in 9 days, needed to win the last 5 to get a NCAA bid but fell short-but yesterday as he cleaned out his locker, it hit him a bit harder. I can relate to that.
Baseball is a great game and watching your son, from T ball through college, is simply a wonderful ride. All good things end sometime, and his last game wasn't as traumatic as dropping him off at college...but it wasn't too far behind. My wife and I have enjoyed every second, and through all those years, we figure we missed a total of 4 games since he entered high school, making 256 out of 260. (Self employment does have its advantages after all.) All that proves is that I have patient assistants, understanding clients, and a wonderful wife.
I've literally watched him grow from t-baller to a 4 year college starter, and at the same time, from a little boy into a man, soon to graduate, engaged to his 6 year high school sweetheart, and hopefully a nice job on the horizon.
The many wonderful friends made along the way alone make the journey worth the taking. I still get choked up thinking about Jeff Taylor. What a great guy he was. I still have text messages from him congratulating my son on a big day on my cell phone.
The next stage will have baseball in it as he will serve as director of player personnel for our new summer collegiate team. I look forward to making pleasant summers for other parents' "little boys", and to watching my guy learn the ropes on the administrative side. I recently recruited a local former player, now with a Masters in Sports Training, to be our first trainer. He was tickled to accept, saying "Great-it'll be a way to stay close to the game!"
Once hooked, I'm convinced we're always close to the game. It resides within our hearts, and as a part of every memory, beginning with T ball in Ninja Turtle shorts and staying there all the way through the end when our college guys, needing a shave and eye black a little moistened, exit the dugout for the last time.
Enjoy the ride folks!
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