I'm one of those moms who did not know anything about sports while growing up. My nickname in high school was "whiz kid" and I was too busy working on the school newspaper and attending NHS meetings to bother with "jock" stuff. Fast forward a few years and I married a jock! I cheered him on for several years in his sport of choice (cycling) before he "retired" to focus on our son and his sport of choice -- baseball. Within a couple of years of beginning baseball, son began to shine as a middle-infielder, and as we look back, we have tons of wonderful memories stemming from his All-Star days which went through age 14. Now, he is a high school junior with aspirations to play college ball. I cannot count the hours I have spent on this website alone trying to help him achieve his goal, and I am amazed as I recognize the tremendous learning curve I have achieved in the past year. On Wednesday, son turned 17 and we took him and a couple of buddies to see a minor-league game, the first we had attended in a couple of years. I was astounded as I compared the AA players' skills to my son's skills. There is not that big of a gap anymore, and I realized that my son has quicker hands than the SS who was turning double-plays on the field! My jock husband chuckled as he watched me pore over the program to look at various players' stats and see which colleges they had attended. I watched the whole game fairly intently and took great pleasure in seeing various plays, including a "bomb" of a throw from left field all the way to 1st base. Here I am, a former nerd who used to know nothing about sports, totally absorbed in the great game of baseball. And son gets full credit for my newfound love!
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When they arrived home she said "Wow, that was a great game!". She's been carted around to fields since she was born and that's the first time I've heard her utter those words! It was a great father-daughter bonding experience.