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My little boy with his baseball. "
When you were two, you threw me your 1st ball. We rolled around the
living room floor, chasing that little ball. Playing for hours, passing the
whole day away. It always seemed like only a few minutes had passed. Then you
were three, you wanted a glove just like the guys on TV. We broke the lamp in
the living room and tried to fix it before your mom got home. We both got in
trouble that day. Then you were four, you begged and begged to play real
baseball, it was really hard to tell you that you were still to little. "Not old
enough", we would tell you, "just wait till next year!" Well before we knew it
that year had arrived. The devilrays were the team to beat that year. I remember
the two little worn out spots in the front yard where we would stand for hours
and toss that ball to each other. It's so hard to believe that was 6 years ago!
So much has changed in your little life. You have seen and been through so
many things that should have broke you. Life always changes, divorce, moving,
different people coming into and out of your life. Through everything there has
always been one constant, BASEBALL. Every year around the middle of April, it
did not matter where you were or what you or anyone was doing, it was time to
sign up for baseball!!!
Now that you are in your final year of little league, Cain...... I want
to tell you something that every dad should tell there son or daugther every
time they step out onto that playing field. I AM SO VERY PROUD OF YOU!!! You
have truly been blessed with the gift of the game. You have learned so much from
playing baseball, and inturn taught me just as much. Used to I was the cooliest
dad out there, yelling your team on with the loudest mouth. Before long I will
be the old man out there embarrassing you with that same loud mouth. But nothing
will ever change no matter if you never play another season or if you get lucky
enough to play in the big leagues one day, you will always be, "My little boy
with his baseball!" I am proud of you son, and I love you!
Your dad, Kip.
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