Today was the Reading All-Stars game for the local minor league team. The Boy qualified — I don’t even remember the parameters — and I got a free ticket as well because several of my students participated. As we watched the game, I realized how little E understands about baseball. That’s not surprising: we never really watch it at home. Still, I found myself explaining things that I feel like I just always knew about baseball. I didn’t watch a lot of it growing up, and I don’t really have any memories of my father teaching me about it (though he must have), but I remember playing baseball with kids in the neighborhood. I was always the worst player, but that must have been how I picked things up.
We stayed through the fifth inning. Our hometown heroes were down 7-1 when we left. I just checked the score: it’s 12-4 in the bottom of the ninth. But no matter: the Boy had fun and is eager to go again.