I had just finished responding to an email from one of my Seniors on last year's club. Nice stuff. How college was going... followed by missing friends, HS, and our program. Fourth email this week from those seniors (6 in number). The emails were all much the same. Some info on the kid but more asking about how I was doing and how were the "Boyz" doing. They always cared more about the "Boyz" than they did about their stats or themselves. Heck, they even identified themselves as "Coach B's Boy" or "Coach Bugg's Boy." As a coach, it has been hard on me losing this group. This crew has been with me since I came here. They attended my camps all the way through. Four of the six Seniors last year were three year starters. I miss them coming in each hour with some story or just to pull a fast one on me. After sending a reply to today's email, I went to the cafeteria for a quick salad. There I saw the real impact of these kid's graduation. Some of you might recall how proud I was of this group when last year they went to a handicapped young man and invited him to sit with them during lunch. He ate with those boys each day. They took his tray back and he really had a good time with them. I remember them going rocks paper sissors each day to take that tray back. I'd laugh seeing it. I was/am so very proud of them. Well, today, there was that young man sitting by himself. Oh, this year's baseball team was sitting at it's normal table. The baseball team has held that table for 8 years. However, this year's group has not gone over to make the invite to this young man. I sure wish they would. For sure, this demonstrated to me again how blessed I was last year to be around such good men.
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