Naturally, I was excited to take Alexandra to her first baseball game, and it was a wonderful night! I don’t know if she will grow up with same love I have for America’s Favorite Pastime, but I do know that this is just the beginning of a lifetime of wonderful family memories. In the words of my daughter…
This is my Pop Pop. He’s from New Jersey so I forgive him for being a Mets fan! 😉
Making my entrance, but mommy’s so comfy I’m sleeping right thru it!
Ok, I’m awake! Let’s see what’s caught my eye…
Flags!!! I love how they blow in the wind. So much movement.
I like the view from AT&T Park. It’s a beautiful night!
Now that guy’s a fan. Giants Nation!!
It’s official. I’m a Gamer Baby!!!
My family. Some of the best people I know. 🙂
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Many children are fearless. They explore the world around them with unabashed wonder and amusement, with the hope of a new adventure around every corner. They have not experienced enough in this life to warn them to count the costs before every decision is made, and their carefree spirit reminds us of what it was like to be young once. I, however, was not this child. For whatever reason I always found myself to be much too aware of the circumstances and I proceeded with caution in almost all that I did. All except for when I was on the field playing softball. From the age of 7 – 17 (and one year in college) softball was my life. As a catcher I was accustomed to getting dirty, taking risks, calling plays and I loved it! As a baserunner my speed made me prime for stealing bases and nothing gave me greater joy than a dirty uniform that served as the evidence that I dove head first into 2nd base, 3rd, or even home. What’s the significance of this you ask? Well anyone familiar with the sport knows that diving head first into home is often considered unsafe and unwise as a collision with the catcher and all of her gear could mean disaster. Playing this position I knew this better than anyone, but it didn’t stop me. Sliding feet first was safe but felt awkward. I wanted to take charge of where I was going and see everything that was coming my way. I wasn’t afraid of the scrapes or bruises because I knew the end result was well worth the temporary pain. I wouldn’t have it any other way.Read More