He was taking off to Oklahoma one week before my due date.
Mark and I debated a divide-and-conquor strategy verses a do-it-all strategy. Mark was okay with picking one event. He actually admitted a mission was more important than baseball ... which I appreciated, but given the face that this tournament had been planned for seven months, it just felt wrong to bow out.
So we did it all.
As soon as the boys lost their last game, we hugged all our Gunns and turned the car north to speed to the opposite corner of the state of Utah.
We made it late Saturday night to a house packed to the gills with people to support Trentles.
He gave the sweetest talk. Just the right amount of funny and spiritual. He dominated the sneak-a-Lord-of-the-Rings-quote-into-a-sacrament-meeting-talk-and-relate-it-to-the-gospel game my family has got going; he said it was a dangerous business to step outside your door, if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you'll be swept off to.
Brilliant.
Well done Trent, we knew you were worth the drive.
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