Sunday, June 19, 2011
For Pop-Pop on Father's Day...
My Dad and Mom took us to a New Hampshire Fisher Cats game last weekend in Manchvegas, N.H.
I think Pop-Pop had high hopes of teaching the boys the science of baseball and the ins and outs of how to keep score (officially). He taught me in the bleacher seats at Fenway. I remember being interested and I'm not really sure why.
I'm sorry Pop-Pop that they didn't watch the game, couldn't sit still, wouldn't listen to your insight. That they didn't care about the dog who retrieved the bats, but more about the hot dogs and pop corn and cotton candy doesn't mean that you failed. It just means that they're not ready yet. They will be one day. And then you and me, we'll take them to Fenway and teach them the way with DP 6-4-8, 1B, 2B, 3B, HR, RBI's. I promise you.
But even then, even then if they're more interested in the Cracker Jack's, I'll keep score with you.