NTGson looked like a ballplayer at age 5. His Mom and I enjoyed watching him in T-Ball, then Coach-Pitch. Then Kid-Pitch. All rec leagues, regular practices, at least two games a week. Our only rule was that head coach could not be a player's dad. That ruffled some feathers. But we stuck to our guns and prevailed. At 7 we were asked to let him play on a "travel team". We said no, "travel for 7 year olds-are you kidding me?"
At age 8, we relented; he joined a team whose coach had no kids on the team and the travel was limited to one hour's drive time. He continued to play with his school and neighborhood buddies in the rec leagues. The travel coach suggested that we meet a revered pitching coach, (15 year major leaguer, MLB pitching coach, etc.) to have NTGson assessed for potential. We did.
That coach was a godsend. He gave NTGson 90 minutes of his time gratis, talked with him, threw with him, coached him and then was honest with us in assessing his athleticism, arm action, response to minor coaching instruction and potential. Major factor was, of course, his projected size and desire to improve to chase a dream. That short time has led to 10 years of gentle guidance for our son.
We have followed his advice, NTGson has grown over the years to 6'. As he went through Middle School, he wrestled, ran middle distance track, played cornerback in a high level youth football program, but stayed with baseball as his main sport to love and under the tutelage of the same pitching coach. As he improved in his skills he became a commodity. Invitations to play on this team or that team came at us regularly. But we liked the multi-team organization of his local travel team, its culture and its coaches' low-key but effective and thorough instruction. Lots of wins, lots of learning, little drama.
The thread that has run through that first pitching coach and NTGson's first travel organization and into today is the importance of doing well in the classroom. When he was 12, after a very successful year culminating in significant success at Cooperstown, we again sat down with the pitching coach, discussed where NTGson was now and where he could be in a few short years. That led to his accepting an invitation to join a very high profile, local team to compete on more of a regional basis. Truly a blessing for him, great young coach with college and pro experience, tremendous talent throughout the roster (of 14 kids, 9 thus far have committed to play D-1 baseball) and that led, within the next year to an invitation to join a nationally-renowned organization for which he has played ever since.
The thread of academic success, stressed by his coaches and his Mom, remained the key component around which everything else revolved.
Along the way we supported him, and exposed our boy to as many different experiences as possible, including at age 16 four weeks as an exchange student in Europe.
All the while, he was a regular at the gym where that first assessment of him was given, discussing his plans for college and his career. Never did he mention a burning desire to play college baseball, much less the pros. He just loved to play the game.
When NTGson was a freshman in high school and a starter on varsity, we asked him where he might want to go to college and what he wanted to do when he grew up. His answers were not "a college where I can play baseball and a major leaguer" but much more slanted to one of the professions and schools which were geared to preparing him for that kind of career.
I was disappointed, shocked, dismayed and ever so slightly angry.
All this time and all this effort and all this travel and money and he didn't dream of playing in Yankee Stadium? I wouldn't be able to watch him on TV someday and do favors for friends by getting them tickets to big games and autographed balls and jerseys.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to meet, marry and share a life with NTGson's Mom. She set me straight quickly. "He's a bright kid", she said, "and he'll do well in life. If he doesn't have dreams of college and professional baseball you can't create them for him".
After I choked back a sob, she and I reached an agreement. If he wanted to play, we supported him in every way, as long as the A's keep showing up on the transcript. If he wanted to travel and we could afford it, we traveled. And we subsequently sat down with the staff of the organization for another key assessment of his size, athleticism, talent, skills and projectability. They were honest, thorough and accurate.
I've bored you with this story, but I can tell you the ending. Now a high school senior, NTGson has committed to a wonderful D1 school, to play baseball and to pursue his career. His grades and test scores, after all the gentle monitoring of his academic progress by his enlightened mother, make him a great recruit for his school and the academic scholarship dwarfs any baseball money.
Will I see him on TV? Maybe. Playing in the Bigs? Maybe. But whatever paths he takes, baseball has been the very best of times for him and for us. It's crushing to realize that after this year we no longer will be sharing the long rides with him to games, or getting the firsthand low-down on what happened in this inning or that one, or seeing the change in demeanor that he goes through the day of a big game or enjoying the joyful glow left by a timely hit or well-pitched game.
Thats what we'll miss most, not the accolades and awards, but the sharing of special moments with our son through this sport.