our league has suspended all activity until at least second week of April. My son's 12 year old year, and my last year to manage. I get it, but this just breaks our hearts. My last year to coach him, and it's likely gone.
This feels remarkably like the moment I was informed my brief minor league baseball career was over. Aside from the death of a loved one, and one particularly trying stretch of my actual career that was the worst day and thing I have ever experience. Oddly, I think that event, in many ways was way harder to get over than any of the other tragic life events. You know family and loved ones passing is part of life. You know trying employment times eventually get resolved. The moment you're told you can no longer play a kids game on any organized level is a freaking beating unlike anything. The finality of it and the cold hard reality that you're no longer good enough is absolutely devastating in ways that cannot be described unless you've been in those shoes. Particularly if you're ultra competitive and you kinda "need" to make it. That was my situation. I am frankly not sure I ever fully got over it. Still haunts me 30 years later.