Erik Jacobson

Welcome to Erik’s recruiting profile. I’m Richard, EJ’s dad 👋. I help manage the account, but Erik handles all DMs himself — feel free to DM or email him. Erik’s email: erjacobson13@icloud.com Highlights, academic info, and coach contact info here: …-jacobson.collegeathleteadvantage.com

@jamesmoses2k Love seeing when hard work and perseverance pays off! ~EJ’s dad

After my last season of junior college I sent out close to 300 emails. I heard back from 5 or 6 schools. Got one opportunity to walk-on/tryout for the fall at a D1 I made the team and started 104 of 109 games in two years All conference senior year. You just need one “Yes”

Erik had to rest a strained hamstring for Saturday’s game. Since we can’t have post-game video, I thought it would be fun to see some multi-sport video. I can truly say I’ve never seen another 4-sport athlete in my life. When he goes to 1, the sky’s the limit ⭐️💫 ~EJ’s dad

@rocky_baseball @isaiah_pope2027 @Kai_Wagner2 Awesome game!

Comeback 13-12 W over Legacy! @isaiah_pope2027 W, 2 IP, W, 3K Bradley Mallette 3-4, 2B, HR, 4 RBIs @Kai_Wagner2 3-4, 2 runs scored, 2B #dubsquad #fam

Nice MaxPreps digital article about last night's game,,, props in it to Erik and his friend @BradMallette. 6.66 ⚡️, 3.92 📚, 98 exit velo #2026BaseballUncommitted Baseball Recap: Rocky Mountain Snags Eighth Win in Last Nine Games t.maxpreps.com/4mzNkip via @MaxPreps ~EJ’s dad

@DearS_o_n Thanks. #CollegeBaseballRecruiting x.com/erjacobson_3/s…

I don’t care if you have 10 followers. Keep going, you got this. Drop your handle and follow each other in the comment section. Pay day is next week, you deserve some $$$$$$

@rocky_baseball @maxabernathy11 Go Bo’s!

2-0 W over Fossil! Bradley Mallette CG, 3 H, 8 K’s @erjacobson_3 1-2, 2B @maxabernathy11 1-1, 2B #dubsquad #fam

2-0 win over rival Fossil Ridge tonight. Erik: 1/1, BB, HBP, SB, R Last 7 games for Erik: 8/15, .533 BA, 15/23 .652 OBP, 3 2B, 13 SB, 8 R, 3 RBI 🔥🔥 4 sport athlete, 3.92 GPA, 6.66 speed. Not many athletes out there like this. #2026BaseballUncommitted #CollegeBuilt

@rocky_baseball Go Bo’s!

HOME GAME today vs Fossil! #gobos #family

Fun GameChanger recap for Erik of yesterday’s Fossil game. 3/4, 2B, 2 RBI, 2 R, 2 SB 3.92 GPA 📚 6.66 60 speed ⚡️ #2026BaseballUncommitted ~EJ’s dad

Thank you so much @PrepBaseball_CO and @PB_Uncommitted. I appreciate it so much.

@ColoradoanSpts Awesome to see @BradMallette in the 2nd spot on here!

Ranking the top 15 Fort Collins-area high school strikeout leaders coloradoan.com/story/sports/h…

@Mr_Husky1 Wow, heartbreaking to read this post and many of these comments, sending out positive and hopeful feelings for everyone here who’s struggling with this. ~EJ’s dad

I stopped calling my son three years ago. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. For months, I was the father who chased. I sent messages that stayed on "Read." I left voicemails that disappeared into silence. I asked for five minutes, then for one minute, then for anything at all that would explain why my own child had shut me out. Every unanswered call hurt, but what hurt more was what I was becoming. I was turning love into begging. I was standing in the wreckage of my own dignity, hoping he would toss me one small reason to breathe easier. Then one evening I read a line that cut through me: Love is not proven by pursuit. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is stop gripping so hard. So I stopped. I did not block his number. I did not post bitter little speeches online about how children forget who raised them. I did not poison the neighborhood with my side of the story. I simply let go. It was not punishment. It was respect. Respect for his right to choose his life, and respect for my own heart, which was bruised enough already. I had done what a father is supposed to do. I sat through every Little League game on cold metal bleachers. I worked double shifts at the plant so he could finish college without being buried in debt. I taught him how to shake a hand, how to look people in the eye, how to tell the truth even when it costs you. If those lessons were alive in him, they would find their way back. If they were not, my suffering would not create them. So I turned toward my own life again. I repaired the porch one board at a time. I started volunteering at the food bank on Thursdays. I learned how quiet can stop feeling like punishment and start feeling like peace. I wanted him to know that if he ever looked back, he would not find a broken old man dying beside a phone. He would find a father who had made peace with his conscience. Three Christmases passed. Three birthdays. The chair across from me stayed empty, and little by little, the guilt stopped living in my bones. Then last Tuesday, a car pulled into my driveway. It was not a holiday. Not a birthday. Not a family emergency that I knew of. My son stepped out looking older than his years, worn down in a way I understood instantly. In his hand was a baby carrier. He stood at the bottom of the porch I had rebuilt and stared at the house as if he was facing a courtroom. I opened the door. "I didn't know if you'd want to see me," he said, and his voice cracked before he could hide it. "I just had a son. And now I know. I didn't understand before, Dad. I do now." In that moment, he was not a stranger and not a boy. He was simply a man finally meeting the weight of love. I did not ask where he had been. I did not ask why he left. I did not reach for an apology like it was a debt I had earned. Real love does not keep score after the battle is over. I pushed the screen door wide and smiled. "Come inside," I told him. "You don't have to stand out there." If you are chasing a child who keeps running, stop long enough to breathe. You cannot force closeness. You cannot drag someone into connection by the sleeve. Step back without hatred. Trust what you planted. Live with your head up. And if they return, greet them with grace, not a grudge. Because sometimes love is not about holding on tighter. Sometimes it is about keeping your heart steady until the knock finally comes... and what happened after he carried that baby into my kitchen changed both of us forever.