Everyone who know me knows I adore baseball.
I have ever since I went to my first Texas Rangers game when I was 9 years old.
I love the sight, the sounds, the simplicity of the game.
Some of my best memories are at the games.
I worked at the Ballpark as a teenager (well, worked is a loosely used term). My boss would frequently come out to the stands and tell me to get back inside.
I know, right? The nerve of him expecting me to actually miss the action on the field.
I have had a couple of dates with my husband at a game.
He sure knows how to get to my heart.
I have also taken all my kids to the Ballpark and tried to instill a love for the Grand Ole Game.
I think it might have stuck with Josh.
He loves playing catch with us.
Just a few outtakes from our "game" this past Sunday.
He's getting pretty good at catching and throwing the ball.
Now, we just need to work of the hitting part.
I can't wait until next Spring when the boys will be in Little League.
Although, I think James would rather climb trees instead of play catch.
He's young yet. I will continue the brainwashing.