Above Tino and former MBC standout Campy Queen
Below, Nick Reeves and Keenan, not sure which is which
One of the best things that I have received from baseball is the lifelong friends that one makes during one's playing days. For me, it seems my closest and dearest friends are those that I played ball with over the years.
Old timers on this team may remember Coach Bishop. We met 36 years ago in the locker room at Seattle University. I, seeing Mark in baseball gear, introduced myself to Mark and began years of hearing the minutia of his life. I caught him for three years, and then a few summers after eligibility was up in the local semi-pro leagues. What a wonderful blessing to still work and see someone everyday who has a photographic memory of each and every game you played years ago.
It has also been a special treat for me this year to coach the son of a former teammate. Bill, "Billy" to me, or "Mr. X" or just "X" as he was dubbed years ago by us older wise cracking upper class men during his impressive freshman debut into college baseball.
I am lucky to have sources, deep within the rosters of old team mate parents on this club, who have pictures from the vault of these young player's early careers.
What I want to pass onto you guys for this summer is this, sometime during a game, or practice, as you are hanging in the dugout, take a good look at your teammates. Drink in the moment, pause and see your fellow teammates. Remember the moment, treasure the moment. Bond with these guys because someday, whether you stay in constant touch or simply come across one of these guys thirty years from now, remember how much fun you had together playing baseball
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