just Americas game. Whatever it is,
I know its in their blood and their love
for the game is undeniable.
They have learned from their Dad, who
learned from his Dad. Passing on the love
of the game through the traditions is one
thing that has been done well.
We have spent the last several weeks
watching game after game. Some days,
we sat in the rain, and on a rare occasion
we were happy to have that sun shining.
The markings have been etched in pencil,
the stats have been tallied, and are history.
There has been victory, there has been defeat.
In the end, so many life lessons have been learned.
Maybe its about the strike-outs teaching you can't
always win. Maybe its about getting angry at the
umpire, to learn that sometimes life
is just not fair. Maybe its about learning that
you need to help each other out, cause you can't win
that game on your own. Maybe its about learning that
you don't have to be friends with everyone, but when
your on that team, you all have each others backs.
We start this with Casey. He shined this
year with his debut in T ball. He laughed,
and he cried. After he learned there is no
crying in baseball, he loved to learn the game.
Watching his little feet run through those bases,
grinning all the way around, was nothing but
smiles for all of us.
He swung with all his might, to learn
hard work will take you places.
He learned that sliding into home was not allowed,
but he pressed his luck, looking up to only know
what he did was wrong. That look says it all.
He learned that his charming ways, and that kind
of smile that just melts your hearts, will
gets you lots of love and attention.
Katie had her first year of softball.
She learned she can take her girly ways
onto that field and play with the best of them.
She put on that catchers gear to learn that
sometimes when life throws you curve balls, you
need to protect yourself. But you can have fun
along the way.
