My son loves baseball. It is his passion. It quells his competitive urge. It is a slice of nirvana in his eight-year old world.One day my son and I were driving home and, as we passed the baseball fields, he sighed to himself and said "That's where all of my dreams come true."
I love his passion and talent for the game. My wife and I hope it gets him a college scholarship somewhere. If it takes him beyond that, it'd be a bonus. But, as I watch my son continue to grow... to see his love of baseball increase every year since he was two, I can only think that I'll be at a major league park one day, watching him play and I'll sigh to myself and say "I think all of my dreams have come true."
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