Tonight was a perfect night for a game, not to hot and loads of people there to watch D: Lucia, Nicole, Rich, Sam, Lena, Gma&paB & LJG&I. D struck out his first at bat and was sort of not playing his position at shortstop very well... Another chance came about and up he went (this is where the Pride part happens). When Dylan took the plate, the other teams coach stepped around the fence and motioned and said to all of his players 'Back Up. BACK UP!'. WOW! What an amazing feeling it gave me to hear an opposing teams coach say that about my son. In all my life all I ever heard was 'easy out' or see the opposing coach pull the players in. Not in my wildest dreams did I expect Dylan to be one of the players that other coaches noticed and had their player back up for. I was floored! Dylan of course deserves it. He has gotten a hit nearly every single at bat this year. He worked his way up to the second position in the line up, not like years past where he was at the bottom of the order... Up he went. And STOOD there.... 1 strike... The coaches urge him to swing... 2nd strike... No swing... Coaches again say 'come on you could have blasted that one!' Here comes the third pitch, Dylan stands there, takes a hand off the bat before the ball even reaches the plate and is struck out! WHAT JUST HAPPENED??? He didn't even try! The next inning in at short stop balls made it past him and he didn't even move to attempt to get them... His coaches even benched him because they told him 'you are not even trying tonight'. Something was wrong... After his team took another miserable beating we ask him what was going on? No response...
We get the boys home, cleaned up and to bed. I go in to Dylan's room and tell him how proud I was when that coach told his team to back up when he got up to bat. How I never experienced that and how amazingily moved I was when that happened and how proud he should be of himself for that! I then told him he could not ever again give up like he did tonight. Not ever again. Not in a baseball game, not on a school assignment, not in any situation: 'Quit' is NOT in our family vocabulary! I told him he was one of the players that his coaches and fellow team mates always counted on. That he is REALLY good at baseball and he must always do his best. He was crying and I felt both proud and pain. I hope he learned something tonight...
Talked to Joe, Mary started chemotherapy today... All ok so far. Got Doc and met the Bible Bangers.
