Take me out to the ballgame
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006Last night, dad took 14 of us out to the Fresno Grizzlies’ game. At the end of 10 innings the score was tied at 14. Somehow Fresno won in the 11th, 17 to 16, after picking up 25 hits.
This morning, I took the family’s biggest/smallest baseball fan out to get donuts. Braedon was singing, "Take me out to the ballgame." I asked him what he dreamed about last night. He said BASEBALL. I asked him what he wanted to do today. He said PLAY BASEBALL. I asked him what he liked best about his visit so far. I didn’t get it all, but I did hear the word BASEBALL.
I love baseball too. But I’m not that passionate about anything (unfortunately).
Uncle Paul is trying to widen Braedon’s horizons. The little guy was out wackin’ golf balls in the back yard just a minute ago. In fact, I’ve got to go now. He just asked me to play…
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