This is a photo of my son picking a sophomore named Tate off the ground to celebrate what happened last night at Utah’s legendary Gates Field where state high school playoffs are held.
Tate told Cade, “Last night I dreamed you hit a grand slam!” He reminded Cade over and over that day, telling him, “It’s gonna happen!”
And, with his team down in the 4th inning, two outs, and the bases loaded, Cade hit his first pitch way, way over the deepest part of the center field fence. His teammates heard the infielders swearing as they jogged past them rounding the bases.
Grand Slam in Game Three of the state finals, taking his team to a 13-10 win. Also shown here are two reporters interviewing him. One for the Deseret news, wrote THIS ARTICLE. He asked, what was the pitch like that you hit? Cade quoted his favorite movie, The Sandlot: “Low and outside, just how I like it!”
So I’ve been thinking. About the highs and lows of my son’s high school baseball career. Just weeks ago, I was sick and unable to sleep because my son was emotionally destroyed over a loss, and a small slump he was in. How I couldn’t rescue him from the hard things he has to go through in this life. Would I, if I could? It’s a really good thing I couldn’t, because those lows, and having to climb out of them, are what make him strong and charactered.
It’s scary to see your boy become a man and wonder if you’ve done everything you need to, if he has the right tools.
And I’ve been thinking, in my euphoria, how intention is everything. That cute sophomore, Tate, created an intention in my son that materialized into a Game Changer and possibly the most spectacular moment in my son’s life, given how high-stakes that game was.
I am going to create more positive intention in my life. Live from that spot. The low-lows will still come. I’ll stay there a shorter time. Tap the positives that come from expecting greatness, with more consistency.
For now, I’m grabbing my son’s white jersey to wear at Game Four at 11 a.m. today, where my boy is the starting pitcher. The moms decorate the bus and send the boys off with a bag of junk food. Last night I inoculated my boy against that, and for what faces him today, with a green smoothie AND a big glass of celery-beet-carrot juice. He knows the value of it and downed it willingly.
Thanks for indulging me in sharing this personal baseball story with you. We’ll be back to a cool video and All-Nutrition-All-The-Time around here tomorrow!