New Member Of Red Sox Nation
“Dad, who’s B-A-L?”
“Those are the Oreos, right”
“The Orioles, yes”
And now that New England has finally started warming up, he wants to go outside and have me pitch to him. In between my pitches, his imagination will take over and he will announce himself as a Red Sox player coming to the plate.
“David Ortiz up next.”
Thinking to myself, “Kid, sorry to tell you, thanks to genetics and your dad being only 5’ 7”and at least 50lbs less, you probably will not become the next David Ortiz.”
Last year we played with a novelty wooden bat and ball that Mrs. Joe bought. He did rather well, considering he wasn’t 5 yet. Well enough that I went and dug out my old softball glove for protection. Yes, softball. I was one of those guys that
The first few times out this year, though, I realized this novelty wooden bat wasn’t going to cut it. So I went and bought him his first actual bat. It is nothing special, just an aluminum T-ball bat from Target for $12. Well, when I gave it to him, you’d think I presented him the Holy Grail. He has asked me to go outside and pitch to him everyday since and has done even better with the new bat.
We will see what happens this summer. We could be playing our own backyard game with my 40lb son thinking he’s Big Papi. And if we get rained out, we will spend it on the couch watching the Red Sox.
Either way, there is a new member of Red Sox Nation.