Have I ever shared on here that I have bad softball post traumatic stress?
That one of my worst memories involves an Atlanta Braves baseball game? (I did not attend it.)
That I never saw any of my nephews’ or nieces’ T-Ball games? (Though I did watch Jess play Little League.)
That I have a lifelong conviction that baseball is the most mystifying and boring of sports?
Yet here I sit, with this new purchase on my desk, because it inspires me.
Now if someone can find one of THESE old things for me, I’d name a character after you. Found one! It’s not old, though.
Full disclosure: Tom and I attended an Astros game as guests of Richard and Amy, the first anything I’d gone to after September 11, 2001, and it meant the world to me. I’ll never forget it. Also, when I watched the Astros take the World Series in 2017, after the Harvey flood, with Tom, Rhonda, and Lindsey, that was AMAZING. So fine. I accept it. Sometimes baseball really IS America’s Pastime for a very good reason.