Get Your Knee Sucked Dry of Gunk...BBQ, Then Play Catch With Your Daughter
Once Daddy could bend his knee again with only a moderate amount of pain, he was excited to have two legs under him again...even if one of them wasn't worth a damn. Time for a game of catch. We can ice and elevate later!
As the afternoon burned on without a cloud in the sky, Daddy and Zed played a little catch in the backyard while we waited for Mom to get home from work. Zo was SO excited that she could throw like a real baseball player...'cause she could...and she even had to wear her Tigers sweatshirt. Apparently Dad was fine in his Kings jersey...must have been the purple. Purple gives a guy a free pass every time with Zo.
Baseball freaks and geeks out there....when did you put a glove in your child's hand? Hit off a tee? Start planting the seeds of loving the slowest game on the planet (cricket and chess excluded)? And when do you remember starting to play catch with Mom or Dad or sibling in the backyard? Playing with Zed tonight I wondered why we hadn't done it sooner.