Here is something I don't think my 2015 kiddo expected when he started playing for his Freshman team this year. It is sort of a funny story and I'm sure something that a lot of parents can relate to.
He has played as a youth on several teams and has made more than his share of friends over time. Most of these are going to other high schools.
He played one game today against another local high school. They are a 3A team while ours is a 2A (going to be 3A next years though) so they aren't traditional rivals but three players on the Freshman squad were buddies of my son for a long time playing together on a couple of youth baseball teams.
I'm over on the other side, hanging out with a couple of guys that I knew for years, talking about the old times and commenting on 'how big all of our boys have gotten'. The pitcher, I knew his father and he knew my son, did a good job striking out my son on a nice curveball. I was polite and complemented dad on how well his son was doing. His son was doing well. Our team tends to put a few runs up on the board and for the first couple of innings this kid did a good job, keeping the score 1-0 in our favor.
Everything was friendly until the to of the third inning when my son unloads a double against the same kid and ends up scoring. I kinda snuck away from the dads after that, knowing that my Judas son one hopped the wall at their sacred high school. He later added a single that plated two more. He ended up going 2-3 with a walk later before he was pulled in the final inning so others could get playing time. We won 14-0.
My son was actually upset after the game. He went over of course to talk to his old buddies but they of course weren't in any mood to talk to my him. I pretty much informed him that while blood is thicker than water school pride is thicker than pine tar and that he might as well plan on not being these guy's buddies during baseball season. I think he understood but it was still hard for him to get the cold shoulder from these guys.
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