Like many American boys, I never turned down a chance to play catch with my dad.
We’d go into the back yard and start tossing the baseball. He’d throw fly balls, grounders, and line drives that I’d have to catch over my shoulder while I tried to mimic my outfield heroes Willie Wilson and Brian McRae.
Now I have sons and we throw the ball, too. I try to do all of the things that my dad did for me, hoping to teach them a thing or two. My boys do well.