Baseball and softball are big parts of my family’s life. I don’t mean my immediate family as in me playing, coaching, and following my kids as they played. It is much, much bigger than that. Generational. It started long before I was around and there are multiple chapters about the impact this game has had since I first tossed a ball to my dad and learned so much about the game from an incredible array of significant people in my life. That’s not what this is about. This is about one small aspect of it that is right in front of all of us this week in Omaha, Nebraska and the fact that my biggest baseball buddy is unable to make it the The Chuck to watch his team play.
Big Ten Baseball Tournament: Musings From a Baseball Lifer
