Tuesday, May 07, 2002

Put Me In Coach
Last night my son and I performed a ritual probably enacted for a hundred years. We got in the car, drove to the sporting goods store, and bought a 6-12 year old sized baseball glove and a ball. He's going to start playing ball today if the weather holds out. I'm not a sports fan by any stretch of the imagination. I usually can only keep up with the relatively short and low volume NFL season. But I'm kind of looking forward to standing in the back yard tossing a baseball, underhand, to him and then having him lob it back to me. There is something about that rhythm that appeals to me right now.

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