As a child, I remember playing baseball every day. We practiced all week and played on Saturday. I did not understand, see or use my senses to enjoy the game. All I knew was run, throw and hit.
As I got older, about 12 years of age, I wanted to wear the best uniform and look good. From my shoes and socks to the top of my head. I took for granite everything else but still loved the game. Each game prior to the start, the field crew would water the dirt in-fields and some of them water would hit the grass. I noticed that this put off a unique Oder, but being so young I just did not understand the significance. …show more content…
Eventually, my playing days were done. I remember passing a stadium and missing playing. I started to play softball in a men’s league. I was around 21 and started to notice how green the grass was and the smoothness of the dirt. They always watered the dirt before each game and I started to notice a unique smell of baseball.
One day a few years later, I took my son to a professional baseball game. Everything I grew up loving and taking for granite, hit me like a ton of bricks. The grass was so green and the fresh smell of Bermuda was noticeable. They dirt infield was so perfect. The uniforms looked great and the players looked like they were having so much fun. At this moment, my life from a little boy to adulthood flashed before my eyes. I loved this moment, as it was the time in my life I learned to appreciate the