Last night our coach died in a car accident. He was 57 years old. Today we played a double header and before we left we all got together as a team and heard the news, we decided to play because we knew it’s what he’d want for us to go out and play like men.
We didn’t win but we played our hearts out and gave it our all. I have his name written on the bottom of my caps now. I hit a meaningless RBI single early in the first game and when I got to first I just bawled my eyes out because I actually drove the ball the other way with authority, something he has tried to teach me to do for 3 years.
He was more than just a coach to me, he was like a grandfatherly figure to me. I talked to him all the time about baseball and life. He was also more than a baseball coach he taught me and hopefully our whole team some life lessons.
Two days ago I had a 2 hour talk with him after our practice about baseball and I am glad the last time I spoke with him ended on a positive note. He told me he wished more people had my work ethic and how he admires self made players like myself. Now that he’s gone that really touches me that he would say that to me.
I’ve been remembering all the great times I had with him and I just know I’m gonna miss that man.
Rest In Peace Rossco I will miss you.