Walking in the park one spring a few years ago, my daughter – she must have been four or five – said “Mom! It smells like baseball!”
She was inhaling the intoxicating scent of newly mowed grass – and to us that means baseball.
Because there are 10 years between my oldest child and my youngest, the little ones spent many hours at events for their big brother. Little League is no exception.
My 16-year-old son, Granger, played from T-ball to Juniors in the Tri-Cities Little League in Cupertino. My youngest, Walter, was born on Opening Day 2001 – the only opening ceremony I ever missed during his career. Kayla, who is eight, spent many Saturdays with me on the bleachers.
Now it’s Walter’s turn to play, and his team had Opening Day 2007 last Saturday. We now live in the Cupertino American Little League boundaries, and will play our first game next weekend.
Did I mention I’m the team manager?