If you’ve been reading this blog for a really long time, you’ll know that up until April, my husband was a high school baseball coach. He was the first ever coach at a brand new academic high school, and he built a team from scratch, starting with a dozen first year students ( who lost virtually every game). By his fourth year, he’d built a team strong enough to make it to the final of the summer high school baseball tournament, where they lost by one heart-breaking run in the twelfth inning.
Four years ago, they made it to the final again, and lost.
Last year, my husband decided to quit coaching in order to devote more time to his needy family. He loves baseball, and his was well respected as a coach, so this was a difficult decision for him.
Tokushima Kita High School, the team that he coached up through the spring tournament (where they progressed to the quarterfinals, I believe) made it to the final again this summer. Today, they won the prefectural championship and they will go to the national tournament at Koshien. This was my husband’s dream. He wanted to watch the game, but he took our daughter to an orthopedic surgeon in Toyama (six and a half hours from here) for a consultation, so he didn’t even get to see it.
I talked to him on his cell phone a little while ago. He said that his feelings were complicated. I understand. I appreciate the sacrifices he has made for us, and I’m proud of him for creating that team (although he probably won’t get any credit for what they did today).