I sure do miss watching my sons play baseball. It feels like it has been forever! I had 3 boys playing at the same time once. Now, while I truly am blessed to have one still in the game, I am starved of the ability to watch.
All those years at High School sitting back in my chair with my feet on the fence behind Home Plate. Not a real care in the world, lost in the game, watching my boys. I was one of those that would show up and enjoy watching practice. Just because I enjoyed seeing my son play. Infield/Outfield and BP. How I miss those days.
Then came college and two dropped out of baseball, interests and injuries. Yet I could still find myself each and every weekend and mid-week at a field watching baseball. Watching my son play the game.
Life moves on and can pass you by. Take the time to enjoy each and every game you can this season, and every season you are granted.
My son is in Arizona, and God willing will break camp and get assigned to a team in North Carolina. This year we will make a greater effort to get out to more of his games.
I want to once again have the opportunity to sit back, prop up my feet and watch my son play the game of baseball. It became such a part of our lives together over many, many years.
I know one day it truly will be over for good, no more sons on the field of play. How I hope and pray that I am a much older man when that day arrives! Until then, I dream of days at the ball field, watching my son smile a smile seen few other places than on a baseball field