Bridgewater

And I did.

So college, I played at Division three level at Bridgewater and was was a good player.

We had good teams.

And my sport sporting life has been I've been around winning pretty much my whole life ever since I started in Little League.

They're certainly putting the ladder in front of me and saying, hey, let's go climb it.

After college, I decided, I think when I was 20 years old, I hadn't turned 21 yet, I decided I'm going to be a college coach.

That's what I decided in nine in your gym in Bridgewater, that I'm going to be a college baseball coach.

And from that point forward, every decision I made, everything that I did was geared towards meeting that goal, get my master's degree, learn as much as I could.

And do you know something else I found out about this man? What? Did you know that he went to the Dayton Conservatory of Music? Not Dayton, Tennessee either.

No, it was Bridgewater, Virginia.

It's moved on to Winchester now.

It's quite a large college.

I continued to go back there a couple more times for the summer, but thankfully I never saw that man again.

20-year-old Kelly Berg Dove lived with her four-year-old daughter in Bridgewater, Virginia.

She was a popular young woman.

Not a single soul in all of Bridgewater seemed to have a bad word to say about her, least of all her loving husband, who she'd been romantically involved with since they were both high school sophomores.

She also made a point of keeping in touch with her mother and sisters almost every single day.

All in all, Kelly was about as wholesome a person as you're ever likely to find, and even found the time to work night shifts at a local gas station to help support her family.

They weren't exactly strapped for cash, but Kelly valued the idea of making a contribution that would allow them a taste of the finer things in life, as well as squirreling a little of her paycheck away each month for her daughter's college fund.

But sometimes terrible things happened to the most wonderful of people.