It was the spring of my seventh-grade year. It was my first year in the public school system, and as baseball season came around, it was the first time I wouldn’t be coached by my father.
I had heard about the middle school baseball coach, but never laid eyes on him. All I knew was that he ran camps for kids and I knew players that attended them, he had coached for a while, and his name was Mike Ringey. I couldn’t for the life of me tell him apart from a teacher at Middlebury Union Middle School.