I do love baseball. There was a time when I tried to deny it. I hurt my arm. I went to law school. I did other things . . .
Then came my son. Just barely old enough to play at four. It stoked up those old feelings. Seeing him run around the diamond and talk about "the kids" whenever he saw an MLB game. It brought it all back.
His coach asked me if I played. I said "yes." Did I mention that I live in central Mexico? Far away from Iowa where I grew up. I want to play again. I want my son to see me play. This is going to be an adventure.
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