Nothing You Can'T Do

Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there This was the special time that his dad always had to share He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat Every game he played front row is where his dad was at Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be When he made it to hardball believe these words are true Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot After every game he would hug his dad and tell him “Dad thanks a lot” A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt’s career that night Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt’s final plight A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip Matt didn’t just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips You see Matt’s dad didn’t just play with him he taught him the game He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can’t do Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz who I was fortunate enough to meet because my friend Nick Jenkins was his roommate. Want to talk about a cool guy ice cycles shot out the back of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote Matt's poem for Matt's contest.