Clark inwardly kicked himself. Why did he assume that he'd share the exact same kind of bonding experience that he'd shared with Pa? Maybe it had just been exclusive to the father and son.
And Conner wasn't... he wasn't really his son. He felt a prick of guilt at that and quickly smiled at the boy.
"Sure, I like baseball. But we can do other things if you'd like." Looking out over the water, he thought a minute. "I used to do this with my Pa. He liked fishing. He liked the quiet and the stillness." Clark ducked his head a little, smiling more. "And I just liked spending time with him."