Son Scotch

Son Scotch
Basic Information
Team	Houston Spies
Status	Alive
Batting	★★
Pitching	★★½
Defense	★★★½
Running	(bugged)
Personal Information
Item	None
Armor	None
Evolution	Base
Pregame Ritual	Comics
Coffee Style	Americano
Blood Type	Psychic
Fate	54
Soulscream	HHEUOHHEUOHOAAIXOAAIXOEHAXAEHAXAEUIAIIUIAIIUXIAEAXIAEAX
Biographical Details
Age	You don't need us to tell you. You remember exactly how old your son is.
Personal Relationships
Spouses	Married to Blaseball
Relations	Your son

Son Scotch is a lineup player for the Houston Spies, and has been with the team since Season 1.

Official League Records

Scotch currently has no notable events in the official record books.

History

COMMUNITY REPORTS
The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.

Simply put, Son Scotch is your son.

Yes, yours. Immediately after attending their first game, every Spies fan has separate and drastically different memories of raising Son implanted in their consciousness, as if they were always there - and perhaps they were.

Every time you meet your loving Son, they are going through another developmental milestone. Today they might be learning to drive. Yesterday might have been their first day of school. These are not inherently contradictory, and you are so, so proud.

Son Scotch decided that they wanted to play blaseball after you took him to a game, and he caught a fly ball in the stands. Shortly after Son announced their intent to play blaseball, you learned of their chosen team after they told you in vague terms about a "government job" and stopped going to quite so many family reunions. You were disappointed. Your family did not remember Son's presence at your reunions, but you do, and you love him for it.

To this day, although Son's appearance differs drastically based on which of their many parents is looking at them, they can be picked out of a crowd by their overlarge ball cap, worn backwards, that you got them at their first blaseball game. In addition, although fans have contradictory but invariably nostalgic memories about why this is, Son has a fondness for light-up sneakers.

Son is, to date, the only player that routinely gets away with changes to the Spies uniform code; however, as they are the adored son of the entire Spies team, many exceptions have been made for them which you could call nepotism, if you had the heart to accuse your son of involvement in such affairs. For example, Son has been granted league dispensation to skip blaseball games held on Thursday evenings, in order to attend family game night with you, and Son was able to skip Spies tryouts after offering one of his parents, Alexandria Rosales, a drawing to put on their refrigerator.

The one privilege that the Spies refuse to extend to Son is permission to drink alcohol - Son does not have a legal ID, since their age is in constant flux, and no responsible parent would let their treasured son drink underage. At Spies functions, Son therefore resorts to drinking his milkshakes shaken, not stirred.

The only declassified Spies team party that we can be relatively sure really happened was in honor of Son's graduation from Natha Kath Memorial High School in one of the Unlimited Los Angeles. You were there, and you were proud of him.

Son Scotch has not been observed to hold romantic attachments to anyone, explaining that the clamor of Son's legion of parents fighting to ensure that Son's chosen date is worthy of their cherished child would be more trouble than it's worth. However, they seem to be friends with York Silk of the Hawaii Fridays, and according to York, they enjoy playing video games together after Fridays home games.