It’s baseball season again! You know what that means, fans. Winter coat, wool socks, LL Bean boots and heated up coals inside the fuzzy blankets I carry up to the field day after day. I’m kidding. No I’m not.
Between seasons, I forget how much I love baseball – the crack of the bat, the chatter among teammates, the slightly delayed steeeeriiiiiiike three! calls of the umps. But it all comes back to me on opening day.
And that day, my friends, is today. April 20, 2016.
Baseball, at our house, is like a long lost relative we think about all year, and are so happy to have show up on our doorstep in spring. It’s a favorite. I would say it’s THE favorite, but that would be a lie. Every sports season becomes our favorite season momentarily….though I will say here that though we love all sports the kids play, baseball does have a little special magic. And since it’s baseball season, we’re going to jump up to the third base line and cheer our hearts out.
It’s been a surprise to me how much I’ve come to love baseball in the past few years. My family always watched and loved the Red Sox (and we do not speak of my father’s affinity for the Yankees) but once my boys started playing the game, I became more than just a fair weather fan.
You can’t see them, but both of their hats are Red Sox hats, and Luke asked for those red sneakers because they were Red Sox colors.
This is Luke in Little League, age 11.
And here he is this year, today in fact, again pitching.
Here he is this season making a double play…
This year’s Varsity crew is a friendly and determined group of young men who, so far, are having a great time playing the game they love. What else can a fan ask for?
Except maybe a little warmer weather.