A Perfect View: A Moment to Remember

There’s a certain magic that comes alive when you’re standing at home plate on a baseball field. For a coach, this spot holds a unique perspective—the field opening wide before you, the bases gleaming in the evening light, and the pitcher's mound just far enough to keep everyone on edge. But it’s not just about the game; it’s about what this view represents.

As I stand here, I wouldn’t change a thing about this moment. It’s a scene filled with more than just players and bases—it’s about love for the game, and more importantly, the people who make it all worthwhile. Behind me, I hear the cheers of families, kids, and friends—voices that turn a regular game into a cherished memory. I see parents on the bleachers, some nervous, some confident, all proud. I catch my own family in the stands, their eyes fixed on the action.

The roar of the crowd blends with the sound of cleats on dirt and gloves snapping shut, but there’s one voice I always hear above the rest. It’s my wife, cheering on not just the team, but me. Supporting my passion, my dedication, and all those late nights spent planning lineups and teaching fundamentals. She’s a cornerstone in all of this, just like home plate is to the diamond—a steady, constant presence.

My love for this game started years ago, but it’s moments like these that renew it every single time. Coaching my own kids, watching them grow as players and teammates, and knowing they see more than just a coach—they see their dad. And they know, whether they strike out or hit a home run, that I’m proud of the young athletes they’re becoming.

It’s easy to focus on the game, to get wrapped up in the score and the play-by-play. But when I stand at home plate, surrounded by the energy of the field and the support of those I love, I’m reminded of what truly matters. The game may end, the innings will pass, but these moments—my family cheering, my kids looking up to me, and my wife by my side—are the ones that stay.

So, from this view, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is more than baseball. It’s family, passion, and love—something that makes every inning feel like a blessing.