Father and son in a hotel room
I was a senior in high school, getting ready for the last baseball tournament of the season. My dad said he would call off of work Friday so he could drive me the 4 hours it would take to get to my tournament. I was pretty good at but no Division I schools would give me full rides, so I was planning on spending my next semester at an affordable Division III school less than 3 hours away from home. Me and my dad talked about that on the way there. My dad was a strong 42 year old man, 5’10”,...