Tonight is Buddy's last night home for another two months. Time really flew....he sort of adjusted to the old routine. There were a few things that he forgot to do such as locking the door at night time, turning off the garage light and closing the door before bed, throwing out hershey kiss wrappers rather than dropping them on the floor, leaving wet towels on the floor, dishes in the sink, walking the dog when she needs it, tossing recyclables in the bin, and so on. Now that he is going away, my re-orientation of house rules will go by the wayside.....
As I previously mentioned, he ready with his hefty bag matching luggage. The car is packed and has new tires, but I am sure that he is going to forget some very important items like a tooth brush, pillow, and socks. He is walking around like he is in a daze or fog....like something important is on his mind....nah....
So, tomorrow at 5 am, dad and Buddy leave for the great unknown. They will point the car west and follow navigation until they reach the field. After that...who knows...this is yet another adventure for the big guy and his dad. Beginning at the tender age of 1, the kid has had a ball, bat or glove in his hand. His dad was a willing participant in the development of his skills. They would spend hours together as tutor and pupil, coach and player, and father and son. It is a journey that I have watched and also taken. But the story is more about the two of them and how a sport has created a bond that will never be broken. They speak to one another at least twice a day and work through the travels on life together. It is something to behold.....
Now the question is: "Where will the summer roads take him?" Will he sink or swim in this league? Can he add another pitch to his game or will all of this effort be in vain? I don't know, stay tuned....
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