Take me out to the ballgame
Last 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…
Thanks for stopping by.
August 8th, 2006 at 4:59 pm
You look funny swinging those child sized clubs.
August 8th, 2006 at 5:14 pm
I’m glad you’re having a good time!
August 8th, 2006 at 7:41 pm
Be sure and show him the finer points of golf … throwing the club!!
August 8th, 2006 at 9:59 pm
I whacked about 103 golf balls today myself. Okay, some of those were putts.
August 9th, 2006 at 4:17 am
Steve, no need to explain as I’ve often “whacked” a putt.
August 12th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
There used to be a time when I was a “sports nut.” Compared to my “old self” I guess I’m just a nut now.