I went to bed last night wondering if Beau had packed his
bag with everything he’d need for today. I laid my head on the pillow and
wondered how Tyler must be feeling, knowing he’s been named a captain as a
junior, and that today the sun would rise on a day he’d long ago circled on his
calendar. The first day of high school baseball. In all reality, I was probably
feeling more anxious than they were, probably because I know how fast it will
all go by. And how much they’ll miss it when it’s gone. Some day they’ll
realize you don’t only miss the feeling of hitting a ball on the screws, but you
also miss the feeling of early morning practices on cold days and long bus
rides home after tough losses. Some say it’s just a game. I guess they’re
right. Then again, maybe not.Friday, March 7, 2014
#BuckFiftyADay: Hold On Tight
I went to bed last night wondering if Beau had packed his
bag with everything he’d need for today. I laid my head on the pillow and
wondered how Tyler must be feeling, knowing he’s been named a captain as a
junior, and that today the sun would rise on a day he’d long ago circled on his
calendar. The first day of high school baseball. In all reality, I was probably
feeling more anxious than they were, probably because I know how fast it will
all go by. And how much they’ll miss it when it’s gone. Some day they’ll
realize you don’t only miss the feeling of hitting a ball on the screws, but you
also miss the feeling of early morning practices on cold days and long bus
rides home after tough losses. Some say it’s just a game. I guess they’re
right. Then again, maybe not.
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