06/21/2026
My favorite catcher never caught me in a college game.
You’ll never find his name in a box score.
My favorite catcher has always been my dad. ❤️
Before I ever stepped into a college circle, before the wins, the awards, or the Hall of Fame, there was my dad.
A former college pitcher himself, he understood the game—but more importantly, he understood me.
He worked three jobs to give me opportunities he never had. Yet no matter how long his day had been, he never complained he was too tired to catch me.
Some nights he would get off work at 8:00 and rush to make it to my lesson by 8:30. Other days he’d race home before dark so we could throw in the driveway before the sun went down.
Bucket after bucket.
Pitch after pitch.
He was always there.
Looking back, I don’t remember every bullpen or every lesson.
But I remember exactly how he made me feel.
I felt supported.
I felt believed in.
When I doubted myself, he never did.
He constantly reminded me that I had a God-given gift and encouraged me to keep chasing my dreams, even when I wasn’t sure I could.
And when my softball journey eventually took me farther than I ever imagined, he always told me that watching the joy I experienced through this game was one of the greatest blessings of his life.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized the greatest gift he gave me wasn’t the 15+ hours a week he dedicated to coaching my teams.
It wasn’t the countless hours of catching.
It was his time, his sacrifices, and his unwavering belief in me.
Happy Father’s Day to every dad, grandpa, and bucket dad.
Your daughter may not remember every lesson you taught her.
But she’ll never forget how you made her feel.
My Dad’s wedding speech will always hold a special place in my heart: https://youtu.be/L69lldMoBGQ?is=_Ca8Hj5GKJWVdN_P