The little guy had his first baseball game this past Saturday. It was so much fun to watch those 5 and 6 year olds get out on the field for their first game. I was really excited about it, but I didn't know that I would get so emotional about it. There were several times I had to fight back some happy tears.
And that's my view, behind the fence, being a dad. Doesn't seem that long ago that it was me out there and my dad was the one watching me be a kid and a ballplayer, all at the same time. Where have the years gone?
(And by the way, he went 3 for 3 with 6 RBIs and 3 runs scored, with 2 putouts. Well on his way....)