A little slugger is coming home
I’m not going to write about Barry Bonds and his quest to
surpass Hammerin’ Hank Aaron this week.
And I’m not going to write about the NBA or NHL finals either.
Who would care if I did, since neither the Warriors nor the Sharks
made it in there anyway?
A little slugger is coming home
I’m not going to write about Barry Bonds and his quest to surpass Hammerin’ Hank Aaron this week.
And I’m not going to write about the NBA or NHL finals either. Who would care if I did, since neither the Warriors nor the Sharks made it in there anyway?
I really don’t care much about Roger Clemens’ comeback with the Yankees either, and I’m not going to write about K.J. Choi winning Jack Nicklaus’ Memorial Tournament.
No, this week I’ve decided to write about an event that will be much more memorable than any of the sports stories that make headlines each week.
For me and my family the event that I’m writing about will be a lot more memorable than another 49ers Super Bowl win, a Giants or A’s World Series win, Barry Bonds breaking the historic homerun record, or any other sports achievement that I could ever dream up.
I’m talking about an event that takes place this Tuesday morning at roughly 7:30 a.m. That’s when my little slugger, Giovanni Michael Bagley, is scheduled to enter into this world.
His arrival, of course, will prevent this column from running for the next few weeks, as I’ll have to stay home with my wife Monique to help take care of our new bundle of joy. But his arrival will also jump-start a lifetime of fond memories for everyone in our family to cherish forever.
Fortunately, I am already blessed enough to have a wonderful 10-year-old daughter that I have enjoyed an abundance of memories with, but the thought of having an infant son and getting to do it all over again from the beginning is very exciting to me.
I feel like a kid in a candy store. I’m already thinking about that first Giants or A’s game… Or even taking him back to see the Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park – the team I grew up watching.
Maybe I’ll even get a box seat over the first base dugout, the spot that my grandfather would get for the family every April for his birthday. I can see him now with his ball cap on. A glove on one hand and a Fenway Frank in the other, as well as a spilled Coke under the seat.
I’m already picturing that first trip to see the 49ers…This is one kid who won’t be wearing silver and black.
I’m excited about buying him his first team souvenirs or taking him to the driving range to hit his first golf ball. I can see him getting his first autograph, too.
I’m looking forward to all of it – fishing, bowling, T-Ball, Little League, going to a PGA Tour event, and taking him skiing and ice skating for the first time. And don’t forget miniature golf and water skiing either.
All of these things I’ve been able to do with my daughter. Now I get to do it again with my son.
Yes, having children is extra special. It’s the greatest feeling in the world. It’s what makes us whole. It’s what makes a family. It’s what keeps us young, and it’s what makes all of us feel a little closer to God.
I can’t wait to welcome the newest member of the Bagley family home this Tuesday.
Giovanni, I love you, and can’t wait to meet you…
Sincerely,
Your Daddy
