
Ross lettered in baseball this year. He was the manager. He wore a jersey. He sat in the dugout. He encouraged. He cheered. He told the boys when they made an error. He kept stats and pitch counts. I loved it when they gave him his letter last night. I was sitting next to his mom. I could see Ross' face, and it brought tears to my eyes. The school and the baseball program were good to Ross. And so were the team. But Ross was good for those boys.
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