Opening Day reflections towards B

Though it arrives a month late be not fooled this message has been burning upon my heart and brow each day since....



As I watch my boy running with ball in left hand naked but a diaper and the little red bat in the right, I swell up proudly. But I can't help but think that this left handed deal is going to limit my man to just three possible positions with the outfield counting as one.

And then I think about the fact that if his arm is twice the strength of my arm that he would be at best a mediocre pitcher thus dwindling the options to 2 positions.

And then I think about the possibility of b growing up to be 6'3 250, which is now standard for first base, as I look at wifey then myself then wifey then myself then back to the wifey then I am again ready to eliminate yet another positioning option.

Finally then as I conclude that my son might be relegated to one positioning option .... I smile to know that this self argument and problem could only be brought about by one thing - opening day of baseball.

I thank the lord daily oh sweet baseball that you are again back in our lives. GO BRAVES.

And one for the road check this swing out....

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