The quick story...this is a kid who finished high school throwing in the high 80s with good command of multiple pitches...a nice little story that turned into a D-2 scholarship. The thing is, this kid was an August baby, the youngest kid in his class...and he wasn't done growing. Now six-two and solid, he's now consistently throwing 93 MPH, and he's hit 95. The real reason this is a story, in my world, is my connection to him. His father was one of my best friends...his father died 2 1/2 years ago. I had gotten this young man introduced to a few scouts, and I was able to get him invited to pitch in a big tournament in Jupiter, FL, where he was seen by dozens of scouts, leading his D-2 deal. His dad went with him to that tournament, calling me when they got home to tell me how proud he was of his son, and to thank me for helping him along. Before his dad died, this kid had already committed to his college, and his dad was beaming, calling me to tell me about workout regimens, strength-building, and the occasional call from a scout. Honestly, I thought the kid had a shot at a late-round draft selection coming out of high school, but it didn't happen. When his dad passed, I promised his mom that I'd be here if they needed me, and I made sure the kid new how to reach me, and that I was in his corner. This summer, he's pitching in a wooden bats league, and he's been told he'll likely be taken in the first ten rounds next June. We'll see what happens....