Yesterday was another day at the ball field office; this time Tulare Western. Through the years I have always enjoyed playing Western and it's another team that I don't worry about the game becoming a circus of catcalls or the ridiculous that is seen these days. Good coaches that teach the game as it should be played. Win or lose, the game is played with respect.
Even though it is their field, in this tournament we are the home team. They score two in the top of the 1st inning. We answer with one in the bottom. 2-1, good start and the game has all the makings of another well played game. I get up and walk to the end of the dugout and see the scorekeeper, my brother, talking to a couple of young men. I walk closer and see one is A.J. the son of a friend and coach. I then recognize the other, tall young man.
"What the hell are you doing here!" It came out of my mouth before I could think.
Sam. Supposed to be in North Carolina awaiting deployment. Surprising Dad, then later Mom. The gift that can't be bought.
As I was walking back into the dugout, one of the players asked why I was crying.
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I LOVE It!! What a great surprise!!
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