I have very fond memories from watching my dad play ball as I grew up. Many of the men on his team became very close friends of our family, and I always smile when I think about them. Ball was such a part of his life, that my mom actually considered playing “take me out to the ball game” at his funeral…..but the priest wasn’t so keen.
I played baseball 1 season, but it wasn’t for me. Neither was ballet, soccer, baton, or basketball. I did all of those activities for 1 or 2 years, but eventually gave them up. As an adult, I realize that I just wasn’t a fan of organized activities. I really enjoyed playing basketball in my driveway with my brother or with friends, but not really on a team.
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