Everybody knows how much I love baseball….but let me tell you….I’m “baseballed” out!!!!!!!!! This past weekend was the Beast of the East in the
So what did all this mean? Well…it meant my 3 boys played a total of 22 games over 4 days…plus I was responsible for preparing fields, collecting parking, trash pick-up and overseeing 15 games over 3 days in St.C (we didn’t have any games scheduled at our site for Sunday—thank God). I’ve never been so worn out in my entire life! On Monday I arrived home from work at 11:30….put my head on the couch…and didn’t wake up until 4:30. At that time…I had to drive to Shadyside for Braylen Blomquist’s pinto championship game (make that 23 games my boys played over 4 days—we lost 7-6). Now this week….it’s off to
Now you might think this baseball thing is crazy…but I can honestly say….each one of them loves it. This is not a case of dad making them play….especially with the little guy….who I’m sure plays baseball in his sleep. This is a case of a dad’s passion for baseball passed down to 3 great sons who love being on that field. They love the sound of it…the smell of it….the feel of playing a game that’s so hard to master. And even though I’m worn out beyond belief as I write this….I wouldn’t pass it up for the world. I’m tired….I’m broke…and I’m behind on my work….but I also know it’s all gonna end too soon. Not the season…but my boys childhood. The oldest will be driving in a year and the middle one is already thinking girls. That’s why when I watch that little one I cherish every moment because before long…..I’m not gonna have a reason to go to a ballfield….and that thought pains me to the core. Yes….that’s a tear winding it’s way down my cheek
