It was a beautiful sunny day for baseball and as I watched him go to mound and lean in close to say whatever catchers say to pitchers
I suddenly realized I was watching two young men (both over 6'). I had one of those moments I know every parent has when a thousand memories run thru your head. I thought about all the tournaments they had played in together and all the innings my son had caught for his friend. The team picture I have of them when they came up from the losers bracket to win four games in a row to make it to the finals of the tournament our town hosts every year. No they didn't win but the picture of their 11 year old tired, dirt streaked smiling faces holding that 2nd place trophy will be something I will remember forever. The team BBQ's, the hundreds of wiffle ball games played in our backyard and all the highs and lows that go along with baseball.
I remarked to the pitcher's Dad what a good game his son was having and he commented on how much he loves watching the games when my son catches for his son. He said "it just seems "right". I answered "when they move on in their lives even if they go 10 years without seeing each other these memories will be something they share forever"
That's what I love about baseball.
