A baseball history lesson.
Wow, it's been over a month since I last posted a blog entry. The reason was simple - I was crazy busy shooting a lot of local sports and editing what seemed like an endless parade of photos. I was busy, but the important thing was that I was not too busy. I wasn't too busy to go and watch/shoot my eldest grandson play baseball.
I assume that a lot of you are watching the Astros and Phillies in the World Series. Mid-October I flew into Houston to visit my son and his family. I must confess that the major motivation to visit at that time was to hopefully capture some memories of my grandson Owen pitch during his first season of kid-pitched ball. I can still remember the days when his Dad, my son, played between the lines but I don't have many photos of that special time.
Thanks to his awesome coach, I got to see Owen pitch twice AND I captured his first hit! So here's the baseball history lesson to you youngsters out there.
There's a Hall of Famer nicknamed "Mr. October" because of his exploits during the postseason when he played with the Oakland A's and the Yankees. I can remember following the games and listening to the radio as Reggie Jackson, Mr. October, help lead the A's to back-to-back World Series titles.
But as I watched my grandson on the bump and at the plate, I was struck with how proud I was of him. He was/is my new Mr. October. My son is raising him right.
Until next time, be safe, be good and enjoy the last moments of the 2022 baseball season.
