(Jeremy and Cole)
Having come from a long line of baseball players, my Dad played baseball in his youth, all three of my brothers played baseball, I, too, played that game. Last month, while I was back in my hometown of Fresno, I was able to watch my grandson play the game that I loved so much. I couldn’t help but watch with a sense of deep pride!
My grandson, Cole, is nine years old and is trying his hand at the great American past-time, baseball. It has been two years since his last foray into this sport. This year he decided that he wanted to play Little League baseball again, much to my glee!
As a grandfather my role in Cole’s maturation in baseball, and for that matter, in life is somewhat removed from that of his Dad. Notwithstanding that fact, there is still an element of pride watching my grandson play a sport that was a big part of my life growing up. Unlike Cole’s learning process, where he has only his Dad and his teammates to learn from, I had three older brothers who, as I learned growing up, were outstanding athletes. I had to maneuver out from the shadows of my older brothers as I grew up.
Cole, on the other hand, has only to perform to the best of his capabilities, with no other comparisons. That is exactly what he is doing. He is very enthusiastic about playing baseball this year.
Having said all that, I was thoroughly excited to watch Cole play baseball when I was in Fresno!
Here is video that I, with the help of my computer technician, better know as my oldest son, Jason, have put together showing my grandson playing baseball.
It is with great pride that I now introduce my grandson, Cole Hammack.