It was written as a Facebook comment by Bobby's wife Tammy.
I will post Tammy's thoughts unedited.
WARNING: Kleenex Alert!
My husband, Bobby coaches the Varsity fall ball baseball team for Forney High School. Bobby came home from his game last night and I’ve never seen him on such a high. You see there is a kid with disabilities they call ‘Razz’ on there that the boys love and he is a part of the team. He doesn’t get to play much but just being a part of the team is a thrill for him. This kid is pure heart, the kind of heart Bobby wishes all his boys had.
Last night before the game, Bobby asked Razz if he could pitch. Razz said, “Coach, I got a fastball, a slider and a curve!” Bobby just smiled and said, “That will work” and told the team as soon as they got a good lead, Razz was going into pitch. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning and his teammates came thru for him scoring lots of runs. So there was Razz warming up every inning waiting to get his turn at pitching, finally Bobby told him Razz you are going in the 3rd inning.
The 3rd inning comes and sure enough Razz heads to the mound to pitch. Would you believe the very first batter he strikes out!! The crowd and teammates go crazy cheering and ends up only having to pitch to 4 more batters before getting 3 outs! He runs off the mound with a huge smile while his teammates go nuts, surrounding him, jumping and screaming in excitement for him. Bobby said it was the single, greatest coaching moment he has ever experienced.
He said after the game, he gave the game ball to Razz. He said the excitement and smile on his face was like he had won the World Series. I love this man! The passion he has for coaching these kids and seeing them succeed just melts my heart. But more importantly to hear countless stories on teenage suicides and bullying on the news, to finally hear a story of love, compassion and acceptance from a group of teenage boys could sure teach a lesson to a lot of teenage kids out there. Because on one night on October 23, 2013, it was definitely Christmas morning for a very special kid, his teammates and one really big hearted coach!
I played baseball on a team with Bobby when we were teenagers. He was a great teammate then and, in my opinion, even better as a coach for young men today.
America, Bobby is exactly the kind of man we need as role models for the young people of our country, the kind of Dad kids need in their lives and an example for all of us to follow.
Well done, Coach Casa.
As for Razz....you, son, are my new Hero. You have set the bar high for all of us with your display of courage, spirit of competition and your love for the Game of Baseball. And I am willing to wager that Baseball, America's Pastime, loves you right back.
Keep throwin' Heat, my man, keep throwin' Heat.
Somebody got a Kleenex I can borrow? I have something in my eyes.
