Just my memories as I remember them. As life goes on we tend to forget. Life with my two sons was sometimes good - sometimes not so good - but - always memorable
Monday, June 7, 2010
Grandpa Plays Baseball
Christopher joined a baseball team when he was nine. When I was working Grandpa would take him to practice. Unfortunately the little ones did not stop many balls in the outfield. Grandpa decided he would go out to the field and back up the outfielders. He ended up being the outfield. No matter where the ball was hit Grandpa ended up catching it and throwing it in. Everyone appreciated him being on the field. As far as Christopher was concerned if Grandpa was needed he was there.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment