Father and Son
It was such a wonderful feeling to see him get his first kill. Geeshig was shining so bright, and for me, as a father, it was such a proud moment. I am satisfied knowing this hunt will stay with him for the rest of his life. He will always look back on it and be thankful for his dad.
I knew it was something parents said to their kids, a thing friends said to each other, and I wanted someone to say it to me.
All I want for Father's Day is a son who's healthy and happy, living life to the fullest just like Daddy taught him. A son who'll go out and be the best he can be at whatever he chooses to do -- nothing will change the fact that he's my son, and that his Dad will always be proud of him. In fact, he already is.
My son and I decided we would set up a for-profit Lemonade stand on Canada Day.. My little collector and I gave away the lemonade, for free! I explained that if someone gave us a five-dollar bill we would dive into the box and fish out $4.50 and return it to them. It was then the struggle began. My son asked me why we would give people our money.
My son understands the game, but not baseball's soul. He is always talking about weird-sounding stats like Batting Runs Above Average, (B.R.A.A.), not to be confused with Batting Runs Above Replacement (B.R.A.R.). It's like conversing with Mr. Spock. Where, oh where did I go wrong?