Re: Operation Sports Most Wanted Picture List/Discussion
Time for a couple of throwback photos.
Some of the best memories of my life were made in Little League. My dad passed away nearly a year ago, and he was always at my games. He took my brother and me to one series a year, and my love for baseball was a direct result of him.
I threw a no hitter when I was 12, and was given the game ball by my coaches. I gave this ball to my first cousin in Tennessee 19 years ago, and he has had it ever since. A week ago, I sent him a text asking if he still had it. He said, "Yeah, I do, and I knew this question was coming. You have three sons of your own now, and they would love to have it." It was on my doorstep a week later. The ball brings back so many great memories, and my dad was in the stands and told me after the game that in 20 years, I would remember this game. He was so damn proud.
This second photo is of me during the same year, after winning our league championship. We were down 6-0 heading into the top of the last inning, and fought back, pulling within 6-4. The bases were jacked and we had two outs, and on the first pitched, I hit a bases clearing triple and we took the lead. We slammed the door in the bottom of the sixth inning and won. My dad was at this game as well, and he actually sponsored us that season. It was cool to play the role of hero in front of him. Even though he's gone, he still has the championship plaque on display at his office.
Sorry for the long post, but it's been hard not reminisce the glory days of my youth as we approach the one year anniversary of his death, and with baseball season right around the corner, I thought I would share.
Time for a couple of throwback photos.
Some of the best memories of my life were made in Little League. My dad passed away nearly a year ago, and he was always at my games. He took my brother and me to one series a year, and my love for baseball was a direct result of him.
I threw a no hitter when I was 12, and was given the game ball by my coaches. I gave this ball to my first cousin in Tennessee 19 years ago, and he has had it ever since. A week ago, I sent him a text asking if he still had it. He said, "Yeah, I do, and I knew this question was coming. You have three sons of your own now, and they would love to have it." It was on my doorstep a week later. The ball brings back so many great memories, and my dad was in the stands and told me after the game that in 20 years, I would remember this game. He was so damn proud.
This second photo is of me during the same year, after winning our league championship. We were down 6-0 heading into the top of the last inning, and fought back, pulling within 6-4. The bases were jacked and we had two outs, and on the first pitched, I hit a bases clearing triple and we took the lead. We slammed the door in the bottom of the sixth inning and won. My dad was at this game as well, and he actually sponsored us that season. It was cool to play the role of hero in front of him. Even though he's gone, he still has the championship plaque on display at his office.
Sorry for the long post, but it's been hard not reminisce the glory days of my youth as we approach the one year anniversary of his death, and with baseball season right around the corner, I thought I would share.
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