In all my years as a sports fan, I ran the gambit from fanatical to the overly fanatical. I have collected the cards, bought the tickets, purchased team jerseys, groveled for autographs and all the things we do as sports fans to feel like we contribute to our team.
I have met Nolan Ryan, Craig Biggio, Jay Novacek and a plethora of Dallas Cowboys. I have been in the garage area with Mark Martin, Jeff Gordon, Carl Edwards and many more. Heck, I saw Elvis in concert as a kid but that’s a completely different story.Needless to say, I’ve been fortunate in the ways of sports.
In the fall of 1991 my first son, Joshua, was born and he brought with him all the joys a son could bring. My son brought Little League baseball back into my life and a renewed vigor for sports, if for nothing else, for the perceived job to carry on the love for his fathers favorite teams.
This seems like a right of passage, to have your boy right beside you on game day, to inject those team colors into his veins so he bleeds blue and silver, or red,white and blue; and whatever colors Mark Martin i...
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