Our son was drafted this year by the Giants and played in his first year of minor league baseball in Salem-Keiser, Oregon for the Volcanoes. They were up 2-1 in a 5 game series, and playing game 4 at home. Be reminded home is Pacific time (need my z's)...and they managed to play 13 innings! It was so exciting though. Every boy's dream...bottom of the inning, bases loaded...base hit - let the fun and excitement begin!
I sat reflecting on getting to this moment. The bleaching of uniforms, hustling to take forgotten gloves, belts, and pants..yes pants! before a game, practice, more practice, spring games, regular season games, tournaments, regional games, home openers, end of season, extra innings, freezing games, sunburn games, laughing, crying, laughing and crying at the same time, winning, losing, times in the valley and times on the mountain....but this...this was a moment of anticipation. There is just something about time spent -in the dog pile!
Taylor said it was probably the most fun he had in his life and suddenly, it was enough. The joy in his voice made it more than enough. Champagne flowed, pictures were snapped, they were fitted for championship rings, and for a time, men were as boys and baseball was the way it is supposed to be, a game you love, and a game you love to play.
~You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out it was the other way around all the time~ Jim Bouton
May you find Jesus in the ordinary and may His love be enough~