I Love Baseball

Baseball has been a big deal at our house. From the time he was three years old, Son1 has loved baseball. At that young and tender age, he used to sit on the couch and watch an entire White Sox baseball game. He also started with T-ball at 3 years old and has played baseball every year since then. Almost 20 years of baseball. At 8, he began pitching.


We've had more fun with Son1 and his baseball than I could ever have imagined. The friends, the travel teams, the games with their blow-by-blow re-caps. the camaraderie, and the sportsmanship. You know...the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. There's just no way that I could eloquently describe a mother's feelings as she watches her boy muster up the courage to go back out on that mound after pitching a bad inning. Or what it's like to watch him hit the game winning run. And I can't imagine what my life would have been like without it. But dang it, it sure went by fast! Where did those years go???


It was with a little sadness that we traveled to see him play in his last college home game this weekend. He pitched a great game. One hit shy of a no-hitter. We're full of wonderful memories. And it certainly won't be the end of baseball for Son1. In addition to his day job next year, he'll be assistant coaching his old high school team. Maybe there will be an adult league. If he's extra-special-lucky, maybe someday he'll be blessed with a little boy who loves baseball too. And, if nothing else, there's always his beloved White Sox.

Oh, and not to be outdone, Son2 was off at his respective school participating in a little sport of his own. Defending the family honor. Or, rather the Pie Eating Championship that he won in the fall. Once again, he remains undefeated. The skill...the courage....We are so proud.

XOXO,
Anna