A couple of weeks ago, my wife and I took our son to see the Ottawa Fat Cats play. It’s an Intercounty League in Ontario and host to some really good ball.
Our son is not quite two years old so much of the afternoon was spent chasing him throughout the stadium. Up the steps. Down the steps. Around the concourse. Over to the jumpy castle. Stop on the steps for a rest and a brief,”Baseball!”
We didn’t watch much of the game. What we did see was our son look up at us and laugh that-deep from the heart-I’m having a really great time Mummy-Smile.
Every now and then he would look around then look at me, Daddy? Daddy?- then I would say,”Yes Darcy?”
He would respond,”Yup.”
I was standing with Darcy overlooking the field from the steps. We were both decked out in Cubs gear. A man was coming up the steps and he stopped and looked at our T-Shirts and caps. He said,”Waiting for next year, I see.”
Darcy looked up at the man,”Yup.”
Yesterday, the Cubs drafted Albert Almora. Baseball America ranks him the best defensive player. A future Chicago Cub.
This is the beginning for Mr. Almora. Yes, he is Mr. Almora now. He starts his journey into contracts, training, spring training and finally one day making it to the dugout at Wrigley Field.
Years ago, Mr. and Mrs Almora took their son Albert to a game and chased him around the park not caring if he knew anything about baseball just as long as he was having fun.