During the mid to late nineties we as a family were obsessed with baseball. It was the Golden Era of the Yankees - Joe Girardi, Derek Jeter, Jorge Posada, Bernie Williams, Paul O'Neill, Mariano Rivera. They won the World Series in '96 and then again in '98 and 2000. Our son thought that his team could never loose as they never did when he went to the stadium. Such excitement and power for a little boy. His first word was "ball". Born in 92 he began playing baseball in 97 and was a natural. A slugger at bat, clutch as short stop like his hero Derek Jeter and pretty reliable on the mound as well.
I was an out-of-control, loud mouth, bench warming sports mother, who could and would cuss out the opposing Little League coach. I was obsessed and spent much time making sure his cleats were new and his baseball pants were bleached and clean for every game. Not a little vicarious gratification going on there. I have never played a team sport in my life!
I'm happy to say I have calmed down and he has safely moved on to adulthood without becoming a professional athlete. But those days of glory were sweet and fondly remembered. The Yankee's dream team could not and did not last. My son's belief in infallibility faded. It was a sad day when "the Captain" had his last "at bat" and hung up his jersey. I no longer obsess about the score when John Sterling and Suzyn Waldman come on the radio. I don't even care if they are playing or know the team members. They are so young and unfamiliar. Not my team anymore - until this post season. Aaron Judge a giant of player with a Derek Jeter-like energy has caught everyone's imagination. "Here come the Judge. Here come the Judge!" This week my husband and son went to a post season baseball game and one that matters. Pitted against Houston Astros for the Eastern Division title, they watched this new team sweep the other guys 5-0. One more and their headed to the World Series.
How sweet it is!
I was an out-of-control, loud mouth, bench warming sports mother, who could and would cuss out the opposing Little League coach. I was obsessed and spent much time making sure his cleats were new and his baseball pants were bleached and clean for every game. Not a little vicarious gratification going on there. I have never played a team sport in my life!
I'm happy to say I have calmed down and he has safely moved on to adulthood without becoming a professional athlete. But those days of glory were sweet and fondly remembered. The Yankee's dream team could not and did not last. My son's belief in infallibility faded. It was a sad day when "the Captain" had his last "at bat" and hung up his jersey. I no longer obsess about the score when John Sterling and Suzyn Waldman come on the radio. I don't even care if they are playing or know the team members. They are so young and unfamiliar. Not my team anymore - until this post season. Aaron Judge a giant of player with a Derek Jeter-like energy has caught everyone's imagination. "Here come the Judge. Here come the Judge!" This week my husband and son went to a post season baseball game and one that matters. Pitted against Houston Astros for the Eastern Division title, they watched this new team sweep the other guys 5-0. One more and their headed to the World Series.
How sweet it is!
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