It’s hard to believe that the animosity that the El Dorado coach has against the Vista Del Lago coach would carry over to a simple act of asking for a home run baseball.
Today my son Nick hit his first home run in all the years he has been playing the game. He is a senior and let’s just say the window of opportunity has been closing before the bat and glove get put away. The home run meant nothing to the outcome of the score of the game. I, being the parent like all of us that have watched your son play from tee ball through Little League, and if you’re lucky enough, continue on through high school, have been waiting oh so long for this moment.
Well it finally happened. When I went to ask for the ball for keepsake, Mr. McDonald — I have a hard time calling him coach — responded, “Sir, we don’t do that up here.”
Wow, Mr. McDonald, I hope you don’t feel the kick in gut I felt when you said that to me. Well maybe I do. I have a bucket full of balls in my garage and trust me I don’t need another but that “one” ball would have been on my mantle for the rest of my life.