My Son’s First Baseball Card
My 9-year-old son Drew is a baseball fiend. Period.
I’m not sure where he gets it from. OK, that part is B.S. He is a product of his environment in many ways as my house is littered with tons of baseball memorabilia. During the spring and summer months, the t.v. almost always has a game on. During the winter, I pop in DVDs of bloopers, highlights and such.
The difference between my love of the game and my son’s is that the boy can ACTUALLY PLAY! I was hit in the face with a line drive when I was about 10 years old, damn near knocking out my front tooth. One root canal later, I never was able to get over being afraid of the ball. Not good.
Drew is a bit more aggressive and tougher than I ever was at that age. So much so, his favorite position on the diamond is that of catcher. Catchers easily take the most physical abuse.
Earlier this season, when team photos were being taken, Drew chose catcher when posing for his individual pic and, because he understands how valuable baseball cards are in our household, he wanted one of himself.
I think it turned out pretty good!