While it’s past Opening Day already, I really wanted to share this post. Plus, my teams both won their openers, so it’s gonna be a great season. Braves vs. Mariners in the World Series - I’m calling it now.
This past weekend, I went with my friends Dale and Tanya to see the Rangers in a Spring Training game at the Alamodome in San Antonio. We sat about as far away as you could, but at least we could see most of the field. The tickets I’d originally chosen were pretty bad, so we moved to a less-occupied section somewhere in Pleasanton.
Throughout the game, we had three different groups sit in front of us. One family came back even after Tanya dropped peanuts on the kid in front of her. It was the pair sitting in front of me who made me think of this post. The child couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7. Throughout the game, his mom talked to him about the game, but mainly, I remember her showing him love. Hugging him, rubbing his hair, pointing at the field. Always with a smile on her face.
And it made me think of my mom. And it made me think of 1991.