There’s nothing like the very first day of the baseball season. You can look at the world and think, “Anything could happen.” Sunshine and warm or gray and cold it doesn’t matter. My son Matthew and I will be in our seats to watch all the opening festivities. Matthew an I have share some near sacred moment at the ball park. We saw George Brett‘s 3000th hit, Bret Saberhagen pitch a no-hitter, Bo Jackson throw a man out at home plate from deep right field, and the list goes on. We’d get a scorecard and keep score and, oh yes, have a few hot dogs, peanuts and Cracker Jacks if you know what I mean.
Now Matthew is all grown up with kids of his own and it warms my heart how he is replicating things we use to do. We’d take little road trips explore caves, swim at the hotel, watch a lot of movies and best of all just be together.
Yup. Opening Day. And we’ll be together.
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