Last Father’s Day I wrote a piece about how dads influenced the way we came to know, watch, and love baseball. While it was well received I still got a lot of flack from my female readers who said, “What about Mom?!?” And while at first I dismissed their comments as jokes I came to realize that they were very right.
It was my mom who drove me to all my little league practices and games.
It was my mom who went to 7-11 to make sure I had extra gatorade to put in my bat bag.
It was my mom who stayed up and watched the Red Sox topple the Yankees with me in 2004.
It was my mom who came to all my high school games, even when I didn’t play an inning.
It was my mom who cheered just as loud for me when I struck out as when I got a hit.
It was my mom who bought me baseball cards for no reason at all when at the grocery store.
It was my mom who gave me five bucks to go to the batting cages on a hot summer day.
It was my mom who taught me how to write, and it was my mom who pushed me to keep blogging when I got too upset.
It was my mom who taught me to root for a team with hope and not anger.
It was my mom who put up with the 1986 Bill Buckner jokes for 23 years.
It was my mom who made baseball that much more to me of what it is today.
If you have a baseball loving mom, be sure to send her this today. Happy Mother’s Day baseball moms! Especially mine.