I remember my last year of little league, playing on the Orioles with Blake. It always seemed like the bat was bigger than he was. One particular story that pops into my mind is watching Blake almost hitting a home run in the middle of a game, when nobody else could even make contact. One of our best hitters had just struck out, and Blake strolls up to the plate and crushes one to right field, and hits the fence. When he got back to the dugout, he said he never saw where the ball went, he was just running until coach told him to stop. This story really shows how much of Blake, was not about Blake, but about the team, or his family, or God. He never cared if he looked cool, or was the best, but rather, he just wanted to have fun. He played with a good heart, and was always a supporting friend. Your missed kid.