I was sitting in my chair this morning enjoying my coffee and watching Sportscenter before the rest of my of my household awakened, thinking about todays game. Our district tourney begins today, same as most districts across the state. I am fortunate to be off work today to attend the game, for I work out of town most of the time. As I was thinking about who we were playing today, who would be pitching , and all the other things a " Baseball Dad " thinks about, I became overcome with emotion and began to cry. My son, you see , is a highschool senior. I realized ,out of the blue, This could be the last time I ever see him play a baseball game. The game I taught him to play, just as my father taught me. The same as millions of fathers have taught their sons to play. I was sad that it could be the last time. Sad with the uncertainty that he may or may not have the opportunity to play in college. As I sat there crying, I realized I was so happy I have had the opportunity to spend litterally thousands of hours with my son and family, creating a bond that can never be equaled and memories That couldn't be bought with all the gold in the world.As the same for all "Baseball Dads"...and Moms, going to practice ,games ,and tournaments since T-Ball basically consume or lives. Our weekly schedules, social lives, and especially our budgets have revolved around the ball park. That doesn't even account for those "backyard practices", lessons, and the MILLION PLUS batting practice pitches I have thrown,( I quit counting at 800,000 ). I salute every parent ,past ,present,and future, for enduring the frustration of umpires, bad coaches,good coaches that make bad decisions (in our eyes), bad fields, ugly uniforms, Umpires, fundraisers, small baseball budgets, UMPIRES (just joking), and RAINOUTS !! This day will come for everyone who has a son that plays. Remember ,most of all, your joy, as i will today, perhaps for THE LAST TIME. I hope I don't cry.... I LOVE YOU SON !