I love being at a baseball game. It’s a joy I have found late in life. Couldn’t be bothered when I was, say, John’s age. I took John out to see the Cardinals play (more like bludgeon) the Astros. He shares my love of the game—in an age appropriate way: bored to tears. Maybe someday he will see what I find so relaxing. In the meantime, I just flat loved getting two hours by his side. My boy and baseball. What could be better?
