If you had asked me back in the day how our life would play out, it would have gone a little like this:
- Finish high school (we’ve been together since we were babies, remember?)
In my brain, baseball wasn’t going to stop once school stopped. I didn’t know if it would be in a coaching capacity (although I had hoped not) or playing collegiate or professional baseball. I don’t think it mattered. I just always knew Mr. Gray loved it and had a passion for it. Not to mention his ability.
Sunday, we got a chance to be back at the diamond.
Mr. Gray is playing in a league, and it’s so much fun for all of us! He gets to do something he loves, Baby Gray gets to play and watch his daddy play, and I get to see Mr. Gray back in action. So much nostalgia. So many memories. So proud.
It seems like there’s a memory at every turn: he hit a batter, and memories came flooding back of the night he hit
what seemed like every batter in Industrial. He got in a full-count-two-outs-two-on situation, and I remembered all the nights he pitched his way out like it was for show. As he stole second, I remembered the times he just couldn’t stand still; he has to get out there and move–then ask if he looked fast when the game is over. As the wind picked up and we all started freezing, I remembered the “baseball bag” I hauled all over Texas with every little thing one might possibly need for Texas weather in just about any season.
Yeah, we’ve done this a few times. I’ll enjoy this league while it lasts and hope and pray that Baby Gray wants to follow in his daddy’s footsteps.
I don’t mind being a baseball family.