Waiting out the Rain

Saturday night I did something I've never done, and I have to say I highly recommend it to anyone who wants a special moment of quality time with their child. My son and I went out to catch the Texas Rangers and White Sox. When we got to the park it was raining cats and dogs. We had bleacher seats in Center Field, and the run-off from Home Run Porch was pouring all over the area our seats were in. So, my buddy and I bought some hot dogs and soda, and found a couple of empty seats under the Upper Deck, and just sat and ate and watched the rain.

We got there early, like we always do, for batting practice, so we had about 2 hours to kill. After we ate and talked a little we went to the Legends of the Game Museum, and marveled at the facinating pieces of baseball history they have in there. Ty Cobb's cleats, Lou Gehrig's jersey, Babe Ruth's jersey....pieces of the Great Game's history that are so valuable. Seats from some of the great stadiums of baseball lore, and baseball cards that would make my dad sick with envy.

It was a beautiful cool night in Dallas, the rain stopped and the game started a little late, but by the time it did, my son and I were closer to each other than when we walked in the gate. I hope it turns into one of those memories that lasts for him. I know it will be one I take with me to the great beyond. I got to spend time with the young man that he is becoming and still see a flicker of the little boy he has always been. Being a dad is wonderful and nights like Saturday remind me of that, when I need to be reminded the most.