We Are Thisclose To Being Done With Baseball

Two more games.

That's all that is left of the Man-Cub's High School baseball career.

Two games.

I'm going to miss watching these boys play.

I'll miss the delight on their faces when I deliver a Tupperware container full of Gatorblox to the dugout.

I'll miss my fellow baseball parents and the camaraderie we enjoy in the stands.

I'll miss the unpredictable weather and the enormous amount of gear that I packed in order to be prepared for any season.

I'll miss discovering new flavors of sunflower seeds with which to surprise the Cub, and, I'll miss watching Queen B cheer on her brother.

Two more games.

I'm going to squeeze every ounce of joy out of those fourteen innings, you can rest assured.

Somehow, I don't think I'll be alone.