Others may or may not want to share how they felt when their son stepped on the collegiate field for the first time, but I will and tell you what happened.
Second game of the year last year I saw someone loosening up in the bullpen. Got a little nervous. Then I saw it was a lefty warming up, got a little more nervous. Then the coach started walking out to the mound and I almost broke my neck trying to see who was warming up. Then it happened, the coach raised his left arm and I could tell by the trot it was the young one. At that moment for some strange reason all the nervousness was replaced with pride. Realizing what had just happened, it didn't matter how he pitched, he had done it. For all you first game parents, enjoy the trot, enjoy the scoop, enjoy the swing, the first time only happens once. There ain't nothing like it.
By the way, the first batter hit a home run over the right field fence. Welcome to the next level kid!
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