It's official, baseball season is here at last and I couldn't be more excited . . . or more heartsick. It's Tristan's last year at Piedmont High School and if he doesn't elect to play at the college level, this may be the twilight of his baseball career (sigh).
As a baseball mom, I've loved watching both my boys run the bases and swing the bat; although admittedly, it's been an easier journey for Tristan than it ever was for Case. (Many big league dreams have ended on the curve pitch alone. Ask every adult male in America and they'll tell you the minute that came true for them.)
In fact, short of muddy uniforms, I've loved everything about the game; loved the wins and losses, loved the camaraderie, loved the coaches (most of them), loved the parents and grandparents on the bleachers (my homies) and loved the tough lessons learned. Baseball is a microcosm of life. . .
Last year, in an attempt to keep me focused on the action on the field (instead of my phone) my husband taught me to keep the official box score and an amazing thing happened along the way. I not only got pretty good at following the runs, hits, and errors of the players on both benches, but I began to see the nuances of the game. (Ah yes grasshopper, she can be taught!)
"You know baseball so much better than you used to," Tristan said the other night at dinner. (Um, I think that was meant as a compliment.)
He's right, I do. Sadly, it only took me 20 years to get there and as much as I hate to admit that my husband might have been onto something, the simple truth is that I do now know the ins and outs of the game far better than I ever did before. As it turns out, baseball involves more than just keeping your eye on the ball. (Who'd a thunk?)
So as your Realtor, let me share a few nuances of the game . . .
How can I help you? (P.S. -You can follow my ongoing renovation on my new Blog: Renovation Riptide. I invite your comments and stories. )
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The New Perspective for 11 years.