The glue that binds fathers and their children is sports
Years ago, I covered the grand opening of a minor league baseball ballpark in California. They’d scrambled to complete the project in time for opening night. So much so that I leaned against a stadium railing while scribbling on my notepad, and walked off a few minutes later with a stripe of dark green paint across my shoulder.
Just before first pitch, I saw an older gentleman with white hair standing in the seats behind home plate. It was what he had in his hands that I noticed: a newborn baby
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6/18/11