Middle son just played his last college game. Was on second base, representing the tying run in a league playoff game when the final out was made. Hard to watch him trudge off the field. I mean that literally. We're thousands of miles away and the stream quality is prehistoric.
The baseball gods were not kind to him the second half of this season, but the rest of his career from coach pitch until last month was very good to him: HS state champion, game winning hit to put his team in the state tournament, summer.ball on competitive local travel teams that allowed him to be recruited by many D3s he was interested in, a couple of trips to play against college players in Japan, started 60 of 70 D3 college games, even with two years lost to Covid (yes, he played at one of those schools that thinks it's smarter than everyone else but has the common sense of a lemming following his bros off a cliff-which I know is a myth, but still a useful illustration).
He said he was ready to be done and happy to be coming home to work in an MD office as he prepares for his MCAT. Hope the resilience he's shown playing ball will help him get over the admissions hump for med school.
We have one more son still playing, a first year pitcher at an East Coast HA D3, so a few more years to go as an active baseball parent.
Thanks again to everyone here for your consistent support, now 9 (!) years and counting...
