It might be over, but we lived it, so it'll never really die.
This season was a great one. I got to play my senior season with some of my best friends that I've been playing with since little league.
Out in the outfield OD came over when we were switching pitchers and said something that I agreed with wholeheartedly. He said that he would go in and pitch and tear his rotator cuff if it meant we would win. That's the closest I can come to explaining what I'd give to have one more day on the diamond with my team.
OD is a great friend and teammate. I watched his body fall apart this football season but he played through as much as he could. It'd be hard to find a kid who cared as much about West A athletics as OD. It's refreshing to see an old school player type like him. Most kids would've sat out after their first injury, not OD, he waited until he actually couldn't walk. I loved playing alongside him since little league. He's a friend I hope I can stay close to.
Next year he's going to get a great education and continue playing football. His tenacious nature will lead to great things...I'm sure of that. If you measure a man by his dedication and passion, OD is leaps and bounds ahead of most other guys our age.
We have a boatload of memories together; from times at the cabin, to gingerbread houses at Grammy's, to deer hunter on PS2 with Bob Malone, to little league baseball, and now high school baseball and football.
Thanks for everything OD.
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