I do like our annual tradition of playing softball on Father's Day's weekend. I loved playing alongside the best father in town, and now that I let younger people play (because I'll admit that I can't keep up anymore), it's just as fun to cheer from the stands.
There's only three days left to get ready before the game, though, and so this means:
Practice time!
Gus, I'm looking at you, my love.
Anyone else who wants to join us is welcome, of course.