Tonight the New York Yankees are playing the Philadelphia Phillies in the sixth game of the World Series.
I love baseball.
I am thankful for baseball.
When my boys were little baseball was what we did. We pretty much lived baseball.
Josh started playing baseball for the Boy's and Girls club when he was four years old, so little league, high school baseball, and college baseball were my life until two years ago when Jesse graduated from BYU.
Billy spent his life devoted to the boys teaching them baseball. He coached their teams, he practiced with them for hours and hours. I loved watching him coach.
I loved what baseball gave my family - memories.
I remember the first time we went to Yankee Stadium for a baseball game. Josh was so excited he said, "I can't believe I'm at Yankee Stadium. I have goosebumps".
I remember Jesse pitching a game at BYU the night before he got married, and that night reflecting back to the very first game he ever played.
Maybe being thankful for the sport of baseball is silly, but it was what I did with my boys. It was what we did together as a family. They were the players on the field.
I was their greatest fan.
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