Dag-gone-it, I feel bad for you little buddy. I really had a good feeling your team was going to make it happen. The team was peaking at the right time and we were seeing the team we all expected from the beginning of the season. I know you hurt tonight but you’ve got a lot to look back and be proud of during your career as a Neer. I know you gave it your best tonight which should make your walk off the court a little easier.
I’m proud that you did your own thing by getting out of our family tradition of soccer and basketball and taking up volleyball. It seems like yesterday when Ellie took you out in the front yard and decided to teach you the game of volleyball. Although you got cut in that 8th grade year, that really became your first lesson in sports, which was there is disappointment. You turned that disappointment into a positive by coming back and making the SK JV team as a frosh. A cool moment. As you go on to college and your vocation, look back at the lessons your sport taught you. While sports always come to an end, the lessons of individual hard work, team performance, dedication, conflict, leadership and most importantly what success and failure teach you will be with you for a long time.
With just a few years under your belt as a player, you always were a good listener to all of your coaches. You always tried to get better and I still can see you improving.
I’ll take some great memories from you playing volleyball. I’m sure a lot of your best memories are the same as mine. The fun runs at Bluegrass, the set win versus NDA, JV Cake Classic, and maybe some of my favorite memories are in the form of pictures of you and Kelsey on the bench during your sophomore year at the 8th Region Tournament. Although neither of you got any court time, your enthusiasm and support were awesome, real leadership in my book. If I’m not mistaken, that’s when you two got your jobs as prematch low and high five.
When the last point flashed up for North Oldham tonight, it was neat how you and Kelsey found each other right away. While you were smiling on the outside, I know there was a lot of sadness on the inside. I can’t even think about how many games the two of you have played since U6 ISC Soccer and Upward basketball. While you two had 100’s of games together and tons of out of town trips, I know your favorite trip has to be our “man trip” that we took to Memphis where Joe and I taught you so many things; flexibility, best places to shop, potato chips for dinner etc.
While you learned a lot of lessons and discipline from playing ball, when you look back on your playing days, the thing that you’ll take away the most is the fun you had while playing AND the friends you made. The parents of your friends became our friends. I’ve got a pretty good feeling that some of these friends will be with you for a while.
Thanks for taking me along and making me a volleyball dad. Although I never did learn much about the game, I don’t understand the silly rotations or positions, you were always patient with me when I tried to coach you. You have to admit my points about jumping high were pretty good ones. I was kinda sad tonight after watching the last Fig in a Neer uni. However, it was a fun 12 years and watching you the last 4 was a blast. Enjoy the rest of your senior year!
|Happy Birthday Schmee! Wish you coulda got your win.|
|Season over but they still found each other for a hug.|