Tonight, an experience that no man should face.  The need to put in his son as a closer.

All is easy, when the close pitches go your way.  Then, a new batter and the pendulum swings.  The wheels coming off.  You call time.  Take a deep breath.  Trot out to the mound.

First question is always easy, “How’s your arm feeling?” Answer is always, “Good.” Second item is also a simple one.  A shot of faith.  Kneeling down, you look him in the eye, tap him lightly on the chest with your scorebook, and say, “I believe in you.  Now, get that batter.”

Trotting back to the dugout, you grin for a moment.  Hopefully, just enough of a boost to win the game.  Hopefully, no need for a second trip.

He stares at the catcher and gets ready to throw.  You hold your breath.  You’ve done all you can.  He’s your boy.  Have a little faith.  The ball is now in his hand.