08/14/2026
A few months ago, I got to be part of surprising my friend Skip Bertman for his birthday. Watching him light up, surrounded by his daughters and others who loved him, is a memory I’ll hold onto for the rest of my life.
Skip built more than a baseball program. I’ve sat behind home plate at Alex Box for more games than I can count, watching him turn a program that had never been anywhere into the standard the whole sport still measures itself against — a field that carries his name, and as athletic director, three national championship coaches he hired who became legends in their own right. Baton Rouge is a different city because he and Sandy chose to build their life here.
Baseball was his craft, and he mastered it. But what he cared about most, hidden underneath all those championships, was what his players became after the game was over. Their growth mattered more to him than anything on a scoreboard, and he accomplished his life’s goal and dream. His guys are family men, coaches, business leaders and beacons in their communities.
I’m grateful I got to know him as more than the titan he was. I got to know him as a friend. Rest well.
Geaux Tigers!
– HM