About three years ago, I made plans to take my son William to a Braves game. He was four years old then and just starting to get obsessed with baseball. He fell asleep reading the Cardinals media guide, the first thing he'd ask me every morning was if he could watch "Quick Pitch," he kept tally of how many hits and all of his teammates had in T-ball. He'd caught the bug, a little earlier than I did as a kid, and it provided me near-infinite levels of joy. It still does, though he no longer asks if he can watch "Quick Pitch." He just gets up early and turns it on.
Volume 2, Issue 56: What’s the World Got in Store
Volume 2, Issue 56: What’s the World Got in…
Volume 2, Issue 56: What’s the World Got in Store
About three years ago, I made plans to take my son William to a Braves game. He was four years old then and just starting to get obsessed with baseball. He fell asleep reading the Cardinals media guide, the first thing he'd ask me every morning was if he could watch "Quick Pitch," he kept tally of how many hits and all of his teammates had in T-ball. He'd caught the bug, a little earlier than I did as a kid, and it provided me near-infinite levels of joy. It still does, though he no longer asks if he can watch "Quick Pitch." He just gets up early and turns it on.