This has been the summer of:
- trying out Little League - and loving it
- late night Sea Dogs games and the day-after play-by-play report
- the daily search for a Red Sox baseball shirt, because nothing else will do
- and the precious baseball hat
- baseball trivia, baseball math, baseball history, baseball geography...oh, the homeschooling opportunities abound
- playoffs, world series, and home run derbys...in the backyard with two very obliging siblings
- the discovery of Mama's (yes, Mama's) pile of baseball cards from the late 80's. Hello, Wade Boggs.
- the hokey, funny and much-loved rentals of Home Run Derby from Netflix
- a daily game of pretend-figure baseball, and the day-long commentary as it progresses
- the promise and plan to be a catcher for the Red Sox as soon as possible (there's a shortage, you know)
- far more sports radio, and visits to ESPN.com than this Mama can take
- the unearthing of Papa's soft, worn, and loved glove from years ago
- a father-son shared loved of baseball as cliche and beautiful as it could possibly be.
There will be many little details of this summer that I forget with time, but there's no way I can forget the way that my little guys passion has woven baseball right on into our everyday lives. A summer of baseball, indeed.
