As I’m sure you all know (and if you don’t, shame on you), MLB’s Opening Day (in the US at least, I don’t count games in Japan), was on Thursday (Opening Night was on Wednesday, but thanks to MLB and ESPN blacking the game out on MLB.tv I was unable to watch it…jerks). Being a HUGE baseball fan, I started watching. And being a dad who is dead set on instilling the love of a beautiful game into his son, Isaac did too.
Let me tell you something, I’m pretty sure I’m doing a good job raising a baseball fan. As he sat in my lap watching the game, he kept screaming “BALL” and “BASEBALL” (though I did have to tell him a few times that it wasn’t a football). It made me think that, at some point this year, I’m going to have to take him to a game. Sure we probably won’t make it through the whole thing, but I can always just take him into the concourse and let him run around Minute Maid for a few innings, then take him back to the seats to watch an inning, then just rinse and repeat.
I’m just happy that for the next 6 months or so there will be plenty of “Play Ball!!!” calls for Isaac and me to watch.
