Ahh the smell of hotdogs, the sound of the crowd, the beautiful blue sky, the wonder on my sons face as he watched his first Tigers game. The sadness as I watched him knowing his Grammy Janet would have loved to be sitting next to him cheering on her Tigers, but also knowing she was there smiling down at him and wishing she was there.
He loved Bayball as he called it and wanted to go out on the field to help them play the game but Daddy told him no that unfortunately his help wasn't needed. But Mommy and Alex made a pact that he would become a major league player so that in our old age Daddy and Mommy could be supported in a way of life to which they would like to become accustomed. We even shook on it. So the deal has been made...whew that sure is a weight off our shoulders.