Coming To An End

Last night I coached my last high school softball game. For the last 8 springs, I have helped coach my schools softball team. The past several years have started to wear on me. I have been trying to get out for 3 years. You see, my own children are playing ball now and occasionally I have to miss one of their games because I am coaching the softball team. Last night we got beat and are officially done. It is sort of sad. I know that I will miss it a little. On away trips, we always stop at a Zaxby's to eat. It is a place that sells nothing but chicken. The other coach and myself both love it and the girls hate it. This week alone, we ate there 3 nights in a row. I will miss hearing the girls moan and groan when we pull in to the parking lot. What I will miss the most is spending time with the other coach. We have become great friends since we started coaching together. Our families are friends and our kids are friends. I hope that doesn't make me sound gay. I called my boys on the bus ride home and my oldest cheered when I told him we got beat. That lets me know I made the right decision.