I never used to be much of a baseball fan. In fact, I used to find it very mundane. However, having three guys in my house who have a passion for the sport may have something to do with it. Seeing baseball through the eyes of a young child has given me a glimpse into the fascination with the sport. The power they feel when they really hit the ball and watch it go sailing. The anticipation as they run to first (or second, or third) and wonder will they make it? Will they be out? The gratification of high fives, or good games, or we'll get 'em next times... It all seems to make sense somehow. How the sport can hold such passion and awe. They have found their thrill for the day and can't wait for the next time to come.
As for me, I am just amused how small they are still. And when then put on those hats that are just a little too big for their heads, their ears stick slightly outward giving them an impish look. The wonder and joy is all there in their eyes. I don't know if I enjoy watching them play, or watching them watch the major league players play more, or if I have truly become a fan of the sport. Either way, baseball season rocks! PLAY BALL!
-Kim
