When Gary was still driving big trucks across the country I often went with him in the summer. One of the delights of our travels was glimpsing softball and baseball games in different towns along his routes. In fact, we sometimes stopped to watch games. It didn’t matter that we didn’t know anyone. All that mattered was watching little children play a sport that has engaged and entertained our nation for generations.
Last night I had the privilege of watching some of my students play ball. I couldn’t have had more fun if my own grandchildren had been playing!