A decade from now some kid will be cleaning out his closest as he gets ready to move out of his parents' house after graduating from college.
Inevitably there will be a box of childhood memories. There is always a box of childhood memories. I believe all mothers are required to sign a contract saying they will keep such a box in the house and then force it upon the child before they leave the nest.
Inside that box will probably be a yellowed newspaper clipping of last weekend's Little League championship games and maybe a championship or second-place medal.
"Oh, I remember that year," the kid will say.
In all likelihood the memories will have nothing to do with the actual game itself. Rather they will be flashes of accomplishment over the season; a first home run, perhaps; a sweet defensive play.
A decade from now the final score won't matter. A win or a loss at 10 years old doesn't define one's life. Or at least it shouldn't. If anyone says otherwise they should have their head examined.
Hopefully if the kid is working on moving out he'll have a few friends there to help him. Maybe they are all about to head off on their ways and have gathered for one last recollection of the good old days.
In a small town like Hood River, odds are they played on the same team or against each other as long as 10 years. And odds are none of them will have remembered the final score of any of their Little League games until they dug up the box.
They may not remember the final score of the game, but they do remember all of the fun since, the joys of growing up together and all the experiences they shared off the diamond.
There will likely be a few quick memories shared about that season, maybe even about the game, and then everything will be put back in the box, and put into the back of a truck, where it will be taken to a new home and then likely forgotten about again until the kid moves and everyone will again forget the final score of the game.
A long-ago win or loss will again fade into distant memory, and the newspaper clipping will continue to yellow and the medal will continue to collect dust. The friendships that were formed will continue to live on.
That's what matters.