Fantastic writing. I got to see my son's last at bat-- deep fly to right center. He caught a barrel but didn't get it right. That's baseball. He made solid contact for his final high school swing.
As someone with two baseball playing sons, I agree that the travel part was some of my best memories. With two playing, we often had to split up. Absolutely the best was when we were all together on the road. It was still pretty sweet just hitting the road with one son and experiencing fast casual dining at it's best. Billy, my younger, and I had a tradition of finding a Waffle House on the Sunday of a tournament for our pregame breakfast. Is there anything better to prepare you for elimination baseball than eggs covered, smothered, and peppered? The older son, Bobby, made a "Dad's Music" playlist on Spotify that is 36 hours long for a trip to Charleston.
Nothing better than spending time with your family and travel baseball was a great vessal.
John, Great article. Let me know when I can sign up for “True Confessions of a Baseball Dad.”
Fortunately, more to follow at Duke!
Fantastic writing. I got to see my son's last at bat-- deep fly to right center. He caught a barrel but didn't get it right. That's baseball. He made solid contact for his final high school swing.
As someone with two baseball playing sons, I agree that the travel part was some of my best memories. With two playing, we often had to split up. Absolutely the best was when we were all together on the road. It was still pretty sweet just hitting the road with one son and experiencing fast casual dining at it's best. Billy, my younger, and I had a tradition of finding a Waffle House on the Sunday of a tournament for our pregame breakfast. Is there anything better to prepare you for elimination baseball than eggs covered, smothered, and peppered? The older son, Bobby, made a "Dad's Music" playlist on Spotify that is 36 hours long for a trip to Charleston.
Nothing better than spending time with your family and travel baseball was a great vessal.