We had been out there almost two hours; time had flown by. It was 3 p.m., time to go. I asked Seamus, “Are you ready to go home?” He reminded me that people said “We’ll get you on our way out.” A super salesman some day? We stayed an extra 10 minutes. I finally got my son into the car and we felt the day had been a success. I dreamed that my son could someday get a baseball scholarship to Northeastern, too.
We collected $118.08 for the benefit of the Peabody Western Little League. Of that, I collected approximately $10 dollars — OK maybe $7 — and my son the rest. And maybe we did something more as well — reconnected a few people with their own youthful baseball memories.