Sydney's First Game
I've missed you a lot. You see, when I was a kid, I was a baseball freak-a-zoid. Baseball cards, Strat-o-matic, more Baseball cards, Little League, Micr-league Baseball, Yankees Opening Day, Don Mattingly, Ron Guidry, hating the Red Sox, Mets and Pete Rose and loving Reggie Jackson.
I played a lot of baseball, against the back wall of any and all houses I could find, in leagues, in high school and even adult baseball when I was 25. I even worked for the Atlanta Braves in 1993 (and cried just a bit on my last day).
But then I lost interest. Totally not interested in Bill James, WHIPs, Fantasy Baseball or Jose Canseco. I was lost.
But things are different baseball, between you and me. You see, I have 2 kids who need to be properly introduced to you. They need to live off you for a while, breathe you in and let you light up their imagination with possibilities.
I'm breeding some Yankees fans - and my house is again filled with the sounds of baseball - Derek Jeter, Hideki Matsui, Grand Slams and explanations of infield fly rules rule the day. None of us could contain ourselves the other night.. A-Rod went yard THREE times in one night!
I haven't been so excited about baseball in years (no thanks to you Bud, you jerk).
I'm coaching both my kids teams and loving it - loving being on a field, picking up ground balls, and soft tossing to kids who can do nothing but imagine life in the bigs.
Baseball, I'm back... and glad to be home.
P.S. - Why'd you have to go and ruin things by letting the BoSox win one? Sheesh.