A True Player

I told him to do his best as he got ready to go. He smiled at me confidently as he left the car to join his team on the baseball field …

I walked towards the field wondering if the rain would let up enough for the game to be played. As I neared the bleachers for our team, I heard a younger sibling of one of the players state that it would, indeed be played. My son and his team could move on to the next round of the tournament if they won this game …

The rain continued to sprinkle lightly throughout the 2-6 loss. I grumbled to myself about how our players had lost focus in the final innings. To top things off, I was not pleased that ‘my’ player had not made a base hit this game. Not that I was of any help … I, a mere spectator taking pictures, would have cheered every foul ball had I known how important this particular game would be to my development as a person and more importantly, as a father …

He avoided eye contact with me as he hurriedly entered his mother’s car to leave. Regardless, I could tell that he was holding back smoldering tears. He shut the door quickly, but quietly. As I tried to look through the dark, tinted windows I did not see him — just myself. And then I remembered how (in all actuality) he had done his best throughout the entire season including this final game. As I began to realize how much this game had really meant to him, his disappointment made mine disappear. In this way, I now know how very proud I am …

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