My Dad is a baseball fanatic, specifically an Oakland A's baseball fan. He is introducing me to the American Pastime this spring. We have already watched some of the World Baseball Classic and Spring Training games. My Aunt Jenny also is conspiring to ensure I become a proper A's fan by giving me my very first fitted A's Cap.
I have been wearing my new cap a lot lately, and to all sorts of places - the bank, the store, Bogart's, in my stroller on our walks - and I get lots of comments about how cute I look. I sense a great deal of excitement from my Dad about the new A's season, something about a better lineup and some sorely needed bats. I am not yet certain what he is talking about, but I gather it is a good thing.
My big brother is a baseball fan too, although he is more interested in another team called the Giants. I don't know why yet, but some folks seem concerned that I am not wearing a Giants cap or shirt, but Dad and Mom don't have any Giants clothing and so far neither do I.I understand that I have baseball in my genes due to my Great-Grandma. She is of the Mathewson family, specifically she is the neice of Christy Mathewson, the hall of fame pitcher from way back in early 1900s. It is a bit of mixed blessing as he pitched for the old New York Giants and was single handedly responsible for beating the Philadelphia Athletics in the 1905 World Series.
I can't wait to go to my first real baseball game!
