I took my family to the game in Seattle last night. We were in left field, about six or so rows from the field. I decided to bring my three year old down to the wall in between innings when Ward was warming up.

My son was yelling his name and I yelled it once. He looked over, saw my son, and ran over and handed him the ball.

I said, “Thanks man. That’s awesome.” He said, “No problem, dude!” The next inning, he hit a homer.

While we didn’t win a single game in that series, it was a moment I’ll never forget.

My son got a ball from one of my favorite players. Unreal.

2 comments
  1. Guess it makes up for him turning a single into a double today by lazily jogging after a weak fly that landed in front of him.

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