I’m a Dodgers fan, but my wife Captain Mommy and our 17 year old son Kevin love the Giants, and we watch tons of games. And I root along (unless they play the Dodgers.)
Prior to being “designated for assignment” the other day, LaMonte Wade was having a horrendous season at the plate. Rather than being traumatized by his ongoing challenges, Kevin decided to break out the dog pillow with the couch pillow as a modification. LaMont was covered until he got a hit. He never got a hit. After the initial DFA, he was traded to the Angels for a bag of Doritos and a coke. mlb.com/news/lamonte-wade-jr-trade-angels-giants. We’ve laughed hard about 50 times.
We have other inside jokes. Yesterday, as I helped him with soccer training, we started a game in which we named the most obscure baseball players we could think of. We went back and forth. And we howled. Concurrently, we talked about college: financial aid, part time jobs, career goals, mental health, personal connections, saving money, friendships, etc. We talked about our relationship, and if there is anything I could do differently.. I think we covered the bases.
The stuff we do is super kooky. An outsider looking in wouldn’t get it. But it’s part of what keeps us close. This closeness is particularly important these days. My father died in April. My sister also died in 2022. So, it has been a rough few years. But we’re tight. (I’m also super tight with my mom, my brother and his family. But that’s a different conversation.)
Looking back, I’ve recognized that this blog has been a work in progress for about a decade. It’s a good reminder of what families do to keep tight. We have dog pillows and silly name games. It’s our glue. What’s your family’s glue?
One from the archives: MLB, NBA and Family Time
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