A few years ago, I attended a pitcher’s and catcher’s clinic, just south of Bellows Falls, Vt., along with two of my neighbors and their son’s. It was by invitation only and a very selective group of talent was gathered to show their stuff.
Among the attendees were a few scouts that I haven’t seen in years, so we struck up a conversation, handshakes and the customary … “how’s the family…”
There was one youngster (18years old) who was sub-par to the rest - it was obvious from the get go. But the man stuck to it, determination galore, addressed all coaches and staff personnel with respect and courtesy.
Out of the group, a few were asked to remain- the rest were thanked for coming and they left for the parking lot.
One scout watched this young man that I was referring to — as he picked up his bag and belongings, then headed for his car. Alone, no parent or support with him, just him - his glove - his equipment bag.
Quietly, with no fanfare the scout gradually folded his lawn chair, tucked his cell phones away and headed to the young man’s car.
I knew what was what… This man saw what I saw … a diamond in the rough. A youngster that only needed professional guidance, a small change here and there, a “do this … do that” … kind of thing and some one’s got themselves a pitcher in the making big time. That’s what scouts live for … that big find that no one couldn’t get to!
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