Yesterday was opening day for Little League in many towns across the country. Spring has sprung and with it comes baseball. I love baseball. It’s probably my favorite spectator sport because I undersatnd it. I really don’t get football – the rules are confusing and when the clock says 2 minutes to go – that usually really means 30.
With a husband and 3 sons – our family room could be pretty LOUD during a football game. I would rather be out shopping.
But baseball? I will watch and root for my favorite team, the SF Giants. I grew up with them back when they played at Candlestick Park. I got to go to a lot of games when I was a kid and knew all the players names. Those were the days of Willie Mays – the “SAY HEY” kid, Willie McCovey, Bobby Bonds, Juan Marichal and the Alou brothers.
All of my sons played baseball when they were growing up. I was glad they picked that sport over some others. My oldest son was especially good at it and played in High School. My husband and I would often leave our jobs early so we could go watch his games. Always exciting to root for your own kid.
Now, that same son has a son of his own, old enough to play. He has a good throwing arm for a six year old and seems enthusiastic about the game.
As I watch my own little boy, watch his little boy, it warms my heart to see the pride I once had passed down to the next generation.
Batter up! It’s Spring! Let’s play ball!