Sitting at the Feet of Greatness

One of my favorite assignments is to give my nephews a ride to the ball field.  You never know where the conversation is going to take you but it is always cool to see things from the perspective of a nine and eleven year old.  They are batboys for the Cougars.  They have different favorite players for different reasons but there is no question that in their minds they are sitting at the feet of greatness.  They feel so special and so important and such a 'part of the team'.  I watch for them to run out and retrieve the bats and wonder how long they will be able to do this and still feel 'cool'.  I love that they choose to spend their evenings off of their own baseball practices at our field.  I wonder if our players know that these young boys think they are sitting at the feet of greatness or if the coaches know that if they acknowledge them they feel like giants.  Tuesday night when Luke ran out to first base to give Holler back his bat after the contested call I would have given a thousand dollars to have a picture of him passing off that bat.  In my mind it symbolized 'enough of this bickering let's play ball'.  I hope these players understand that they are impacting the worlds of these boys in a very 'big' way because whether they accept it or not they are 'greatness' in their small eyes.  Maybe one of them will feel compelled to go out to the youth field where Zane or Luke are playing this season and show them the Cougars appreciate what they do and truly demonstrate what it means to be 'great' in the eyes of a kid, because just by watching they will have made a difference.

 I know I keep saying this but really is winter EVER going to leave the Lowcountry.  I feel like I went to bed one night and they moved Charleston to Seattle.  I don't want to make this blog about the weather but for real I am over it.  I have never gone in the press box in my life to watch a game and I did on Wednesday night I couldn't stand it anymore.  I always say if the players can stand it I can stand it, not anymore.  Let the record show I can no longer stand the cold. 

This was the week of sacrifices-flies that is. Two games decided by one run each, both sacrifice flies, one in the bottom of the ninth after a three hour rain delay.  You never know who is going to step up and make a difference.  This week I have three shout outs.  First one goes to Justin Brewer for the big win over Coastal.  He hit the sacrifice fly.  The second shout out has to go to Cole he made one catch on the center field fence that was near impossible and none of us thought he could make it but he did and he robbed Coastal of at least a double maybe more.  The last one goes to Rob Kral for the beautiful fly ball he hit Wednesday night in the bottom of the ninth to beat Jacksonville.  I was so happy his mom was there to see it.  Those special moments just don't look quite the same on game tracker. 

Ted and I are packed and ready to hit the road to Greensboro in the morning.  Enjoy the 70 degree weather that I will be missing this weekend and keep our Cougars in your good thoughts and hopefully we will bring home three conference wins.

See you at the field.