Tuesday, May 5, 2009

What I Hate

Young Epic's team came in third in their conference tournament. The final game was a wild one-they were down 7-2 in the top of the 4th-2 outs, 2 runners on, and the batter with a 2 balls 1 strike count-yesterday afternoon when the game was stopped because of lightning. Play was resumed at 10:00 AM today, and the batter started his at bat with the 1-2 count. He smashed a single that started a three run rally.

As the game progressed the score was eventually tied 10-10. In the bottom of the eighth, the opposing team hit a bases empty home run, and they went on to winn 11-10. Then came the part I hate. I hate watching young men who have left it all on the field as they cope with that final loss of the season. It's especially tough to watch the seniors, but it's heart wrenching to watch all of them as they stand outside the fence, looking out over the field, certain that with one more inning, the outcome would be different.

I know it's part of their journey to become men, and I know they must learn the lessons it imparts. But I don't have to enjoy it.


SpoonerStreet said...

I distinctly remener walking off the field after out playoff loss my senior year in high school. I wasn't really thinking about it at the time, but that was the last time I played organized baseball in my life. Now I am 32 and still dream of playing almost every day. If you can, tell them to do everything they can to find a junior college somehere that will let them play. Don't give up the dream until you have to.

epic said...

Spooner-they are in college. This was their conference tournament, and the last organized ball any of the seniors will ever play.

Our son is a 23 year old freshman (eligibility wise-he's a junior academically)who spent three years training with Mike Marshall at his Pitching Research Center. He was too bull headed to quit, and the tenacity paid off.