I started posting on this website way back before the "Big Crash of December of '02" when my son was still in middle school.
Yesterday ended his high school career and in a matter of less than a week, I will have to rest up and drive him and his things to El Paso for the next step in his baseball career and his life.
His playing situation for next year has been fluid to say the least, three diferent schools in the past 12 months. A reminder to the parents, let the process flow, rather than trying to force a fit. He will be playing for a former summer coach and family friend next year, and rooming with my "other son". Since they were 11 they have talked about playing college ball together. Lets hope they don't kill each other by living together.
I probably won't be posting much anymore, just when the urge hits. There are many on this site that will be greatful for that aspect. But I was recently promoted to a moderator, so I will check in every now and then to make sure the Plano East talk doesn't get out of hand
My son has had the opportunity to play for what I feel are the best organizations in town. The Mustangs, Heat, Marshals and DBat (that's just DBat, not THE DBat, jeesh, if I heard that one more time in Farmington I was going to scream). I want to thank all of his coaches and managers for all the time and effort they spent with my son and all the other young men. No matter how much you wince when you write the check for your son to play, you have to know that these guys don't do it for the money, they do it for the love of the game.
I would also like to express a special thanks to a couple of lurkers who never post and I don't know if they even registered. Rich and Carrie Keel, Josh Choate's parents. They have been more than friends, they have been a true set of additional parents to my son. They have carted him all over the country when I couldn't attend events, taken care of him when he was injured, washed his dirty laundry and been true friends for the past 7 years. I look forward to yet another season of sitting in the stands spittin' seads watching our two kids play the game they love.
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