My oldest son’s high school baseball career ended last night at Holly Hill, a do or die game to advance to the next round of the playoffs. HH is a well coached, class act program and I wish them well the rest of the way.
This kid has loved baseball above most everything else since he started when he was 4. I hate to see it end, but I wouldn’t trade the memories for anything in the world.
To those of you who are in the middle of it, I know the coach pitch practices and the frustrations of the first year or 2 of 10U kid pitch can wear on you. But don’t wish it away. We went to one of my nephews coach pitch games last week and I was reminded of how damn much fun those kids have at that age. It was glorious. Enjoy the season you're in.
I know I’m rambling now but if I can give one piece of advice, don’t push your wishes on your kids, let em be kids. Let em play baseball in the spring, fish in the summer, play football in the fall and hunt in the winter. That’s what I did with Brady and I watched him grow into playing the best baseball of his life when he was a junior and senior, when it mattered.
This year round baseball crap is ruining the sport. I coached a bunch of kids that got pushed, and I can count several without thinking real hard that quit before they got to high school. Kids that used to love it, but got burned out over some 9U travel ball shit that nobody but their dads gave a damn about. Don’t do that to your kids. Please.
It was a helluva ride 7. Love you kid.
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