I had the car washed this morning. As always, it now goes faster!
I have been struggling with a sciatic nerve problem that behaves much like leg cramps. It is a work in progress. Years ago, Grasshopper No.3 would join me walking in the morning. After about 45 minutes of a brisk pace, his leg would cramp up. It happened numerous times and eventually I noticed he wasn’t walking any more. Grasshopper No.4 has been on a “conditioning kick” and presently is running 3 miles every morning. I saw No.4 yesterday after he had medicated himself with 3 aspirin. Yep, he had leg cramps. I guess when you are athletically gifted like we all are, muscle problems are pretty common. Maybe it is in the “genes”.
I got to see Grandson Tommy kick off his baseball career last night. It was his first official game and he started as a catcher. He has a new glove. He was “buckled up” in all the different guards for knees, shins, chest and face. Oh yeah, when you catch there is a special guard called the “cup”. Tommy was blocking wild pitches. He was whipping the ball to second base on attempted steals. He swung and hit the ball with power. Yep, he is picking up the family tradition.
I even stood behind the fence that surrounds home plate. I could hear all the baseball chatter. I could watch Tommy closely (remember he was the catcher). I had dust from the baseball diamond blow over my feet as players slid into home plate. Tommy’s baseball game did take me back to my childhood when my Dad was coaching. I don’t think Tommy is consumed by baseball yet but the game has a tendency to “suck you in”. That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. The only difference from when I played is that I don’t remember my Dad treating me at the Dairy Queen.
Father’s Day on Sunday. To all you fathers who persevere proudly, may your day be special.
Love.
Dad