I have described "nachas" (NACK-hass) before. (And thanks to Craig Newmark, Russ Roberts, and Barry Weingast for explaining nuances of meaning).
Got some more nachas last Thursday night. YYM Brian pitching, semifinals of Raleigh city championship. We are 4 seed, playing might #1 seed.
He pitches very well: 6 innings, 2 runs, 1 earned run, 8 K, 4 BB, 1 HBP. Given the time limit, that is a complete game. Nachas.
But the real nachas come in the first inning. We face a touch pitcher, and have had trouble scoring runs. Brian bats third. The first two runners get on, so 1st and 2nd, no outs. Brian hits a line drive that short hops the 360 sign in left center. Both runs score. We win, 5-2.
He hits another long one, a triple, in the fifth inning.
Now, we lost the city finals, the following Monday. But I was in Santa Fe by then, and missed it. And that is the last baseball game Brian is likely ever to play, since his high school doesn't have a team, and he has aged out of city league play. (You have to be 17 on April 30. Brian will be 18 on April 13. So close.)
Still...Nachas to go, to last forever.