I am proud to have lived in New York City for nearly two decades and am horribly embarrassed that I have never been to a Yankees game…until last night. It was doubly special because I got to take the 10-year-old to his first Yankees game. I’m not a huge baseball fan, but I do like going to games and I like the Yanks. Cavan, however, is a HUGE baseball fan and each player in pinstripes is a hero. It was a great moment in step-papatude to share the experience with him and through his eyes.The kid knew the game and had strong opinions about every single player. He was absolutely tweaking that he got to see Jeter back at short stop. And then there was the incredibly fruitful fourth inning when Ichiro Suzuki whacked a fast and low dinger for the night’s first homer and then a few minutes later Nick Swisher sent another one way over the fence for a grand slam that had the house rocking. We got a little worried when the Blue Jays picked up steam later in the game, but in the end, the Yankees walked away with a 10-7 victory and Cavan and I walked away with a wonderful memory and a fantastic night on the town.
Summer is amazing. Love the beach, hanging out with the kids on the roof with the sprinkler going, watching our plants grow and the general good vibes that come along with the sunshine and warm weather. But I have to admit that the beginning of the school year brings me a major sense of relief.
I love getting us all up at the same time and talking with the kids while they’re eating their breakfast. I love the hustle and bustle of trying to get those kids dressed as our phones begin to blow up with work’s emergencies. And getting out the door just before 8AM with the dogs and a now 5th grader is far and away my favorite way to start the day. We gab about what’s going on for the day and week. We jab each other and laugh about the perils of being a big brother to a three-year old sister or how completely insane our dog Peanut is as she tries to scoop up a scrap of pumpernickel left over from last night’s garbage. And then, Mr. Cavan gives me a great big hug at the entrance to his school and I watch him trod off through the courtyard to begin his day’s journey. Thank you, my 10-year-old pal, for giving me those amazing mornings. I will continue to enjoy each one while it lasts.