Play the Game

All to often I find myself with a full plate.  I love being a family man and professional educator; it's exactly what I've set out to do in life.  I'm living the dream.  Making time for baseball may not seem like a high priority to some, but to me, it's much more than a game.  Baseball has been a barometer to measure where I'm at in life's journey.  There was a day when all I wanted to do was play catch with my dad.  It was a time when I really began understanding my father as a person and not just as the guy that came home beaten down from a hard day's work.  His daily objective of paying the bills and putting the food on the table of our young family hadn't even come close to registering in my lil' mind.  He could catch the ball and throw me high, pop flies.  I saw his daily objective as a mission to get home and play catch with me.  Rarely did I ever hear him complain about his day.  Baseball was comfortable, fun, and a safe haven, for both of us.  Little did I realize being a kid goes by fast... way to fast.