When one of those days happens – you know what I’m talking about – I hope for one thing, just one, to turn it around.
Just one thing to make me smile.
Why condemn a whole day to something bad just because it got off to a shitty rocky start?
Every month, I compile a post called 6 Words. Ernest Hemingway inspired it when he said any story can be told in a six-word sentence. I ask bloggers, friends, strangers, and a few strange blogger friends to respond to a prompt.
I love spring. Warm air and cool breezes. My annual death match with tree pollen.
And baseball. I love me some baseball.
As a Colorado Rockies fan, the hope of being just 1.5 games out of first place, and a summer of possibilities ahead is enough to sustain me. Spring is that time between my NCAA bracket’s implosion and the Rockies’ fall from postseason contention.
As a dad, some of my favorite moments have baseball undertones. We’re soccer players and soccer coaches in my family, but when the cleats come off, nothing beats a day at the ballpark.