Losing Baseball
It happened this weekend. For the first time, Jakob beat me in a sporting activity. We played a pickup game of baseball and he won 11-6. I could try and reason it out and say I wasn’t trying as hard or I was pitching softer to him than he was to me. But it doesn’t matter. He is getting older…and so am I. He gets stronger; I get rounder. Little kids make you feel young. Big kids make you feel old. At least I can still beat him in golf…for now.
November 12th, 2008 at 4:22 am
Thanks! Nice post.