My post here last night was meant to be humorous, so I want to follow that up with a more personal (serious?) one.
I've always loved these threads. They change every year, depending obviously on the occurrences and experiences on the field. But what I love so much about the changes is that we can watch the kids playing grow up together. The majority of posters here start out as curious high school parents seeking information on the game. As time progresses, we share the trials and tribulations that occur on the field in such a way that I find oddly intimate. I've met some HSBBWebsters in person, but not as many as I'd like. Yet I feel a connection to each person here as they share such experiences. I joined this site at the age of 15 and shared a lot of my experiences growing up with the game with the "Old Timers" here. I truly enjoyed the interactions, whether it was a congratulatory post, a disagreement or an encouragement.
The annual College Ball threads, to me, are significant in that it's a continuous evolving within the game. Posters that were once curious onlookers seeking information turn into seasoned veterans in these threads. I would imagine that many high school parents read this thread simply in an attempt to gauge the level of joy they will receive while watching their sons compete at the next level.
As a former college player, the best advice I can give to parents and players alike is to never, ever take your experiences playing college ball for granted. If I could travel back in time to my college playing days and give up what I'm doing now (read: pause what I'm doing now ), I would. 100 times out of 100. There will be a lot of ups and downs throughout the experience. You'll encounter a frustration with coaches, with your son(s), with performances, with traveling, with competition, with injury. You'll also encounter the exact opposite- the thrill of success, of accomplishment, of pleasure.
College baseball gave me a lot of things. I have trophies and plaques and even a school record. I have an enhanced knowledge of how to throw a circle changeup. I have more Nike Drifit shirts than anyone needs. But most of all, I have memories. The memories aren't because of any of the things noted above. The memories are created by the extraordinary connection I forged with my teammates. It's impossible for me to describe the bond I have with my teammates to those who have never experienced such a connection. I spent thousands…literally thousands…of hours working in concert with my teammates, all striving for the same goal. We spent early mornings pushing our bodies to the limits and late nights pushing our bodies to the limits (in two very different senses of the phrase). We worked together on the field, in the weight room, in the classroom. We lived together, both physically and mentally.
I received a call this afternoon from one of my former teammates saying that he plans to propose to his girlfriend soon. I had casually introduced them to each other in 2010, without even an inkling that there may be a connection between them. He wanted me to know that in advance so that I could plan ahead, saying, "Man, you started this all. You gotta be my best man. You're my brother."
Enjoy the memories you forge with your sons, and those that they forge with their brothers. The bonds that will come out of the experience of college baseball are lifelong, and are exactly what make the entire roller coaster worth it.