This is me, circa 1972 on the left, 1975 on the right. I was happiest when I had a glove on one hand and a ball in the other. You don't see who is playing catch with me though my best guess is it was my dad. Or my brothers. They always seemed to have time for their tomboy sister.
I was thinking about this today - the joy baseball has brought to my life. From playing it to watching it, baseball is my happy place. And for many years I have shared this happy place with my dad.
Today was no different. It was Opening Day and there was only one place I wanted to be when the the first pitch was thrown. (It's also National Poetry month so as I drove home I counted syllables.)
Hanging with Wally
Another opening day
Forever Mets fans
Always hopeful, I
root for both of us now. Grateful
for a happy life.
I provide play-by-
play of the Mets and the past.
Love wins every time.
LIFE IS RANDOM LOVE IS NOTTM
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