I had the greatest time today. My first Spring Training game of the season. If you have ever been an opening day pitcher, you know what that thrill is like.
We had a wonderful time with my brother & sister-in-law who joined me & my wife. Good game. 2 home runs. A few good pitchers & a few good plays in the field. The home team won.
Afterwards, we went to a local bar for the 10th inning. We met Tricia, an oncology nurse, who attended the game with several friends. Actually, she made many new friends at the bar as well. But seriously, she talked about how her dad's death effected her last year & how we need to live each day to the fullest. She also said we were old enough to be her parents. OK, so we're old. We paid her tab anonymously.
Baseball is a family sport that spans generations. At today's game my wife was asked to take a picture of a son with his dad. Even though the dad wore a Harvard hat (& I'm a Brown grad), she took the picture anyways. The dad was 91 years old & I'm sure it's a memory they will cherish.
That's why I love baseball. It's past down from generation to generation. Even my grandson already knows the "Youkkkk" cheer.
Hope you enjoyed today too. Baseball is back.
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