I've loved baseball for longer than I can remember and as much as I've always looked forward to the start of each new season, nothing compares to the joy of sharing it with my son.
Now some might say having a 6 year old that knows Harmon Killebrew's uniform number or what team Wally Post played for is going a little overboard. Some might say that - of course I wouldn't.
Seeing Jackson run through the door today when he got home after school to check the Mets score was just an awesome experience (being able to tell him they were winning wasn't too shabby either). And then having him ask to watch the bottom of the ninth of the Rangers-Blue Jays game was just the icing on the cake. The Rangers won in a walk-off, by the way.
The games might be too slow, the season too long, but my boy and I are going to savor every moment.
Play Ball.