This sweet piece by my friend Howard Megdal, author of The Baseball Talmud, reminded me of when my daughter Rachel was a little girl and I tried to get her involved in baseball. I didn’t start as early with her, but she was into it for a couple of years. One of my favorite drawings of hers is a ballplayer on a diamond.
She was a crackerjack softball player until she aged out and stopped playing when she got to high school, although she was manager of the varsity baseball team for three years because she knew how to keep a good scorecard. We still have the occasional catch (mostly at my prodding) and take in a game once in awhile.
So enjoy these moments, Howard. They go by so fast.
(For a great book about this from a daughter’s point of view, pick up Doris Kearns Goodwin’s classic Wait Till Next Year.)