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| Me and my dad - always buddies, he taught me the love of Baseball |
Growing up, my dad played baseball with our church
league. Some of my earliest memories
involve playing with my friends in the grass behind the bleachers or lawn
chairs, where our moms sat and watched while our dads and brothers played ball.
I was 10 years old when I went to my first professional
baseball game. Or at least it’s the first one I remember. I can still recall the feeling of awe and
overwhelm as we walked through the stadium to find our seats. I remember sitting down with the hot dog and
soda my parents bought me, thinking that I was experiencing the coolest thing in
the world.
