I love baseball.
I grew up watching America's Pastime. My brothers both played on teams through high school, and my dad spent many years coaching. Countless hours have been spent with my eyes darting around the bases as a play is made, jumping up in excitement after a home run, or covering my eyes when the pressure of the moment becomes too intense. I love every second.
Through the years, baseball games have been the site of the best family bonding. Our shared love (and extreme disappointment) of the Chicago Cubs has taken many forms---from watch parties to season tickets to Wrigley.
Seeing a baseball hat just makes me smile, and I suppose that's why I've always been more attracted to guys wearing baseball hats. It's also why I am incredibly sad I do not look good in hats. I can't throw or catch, which make it impossible for me to take part in the game I love so much, but nevertheless, baseball will always hold a special place in my heart. And even though my Cubs still haven't won a World Series since 1908, more often than not, watching them still makes me smile.
On days when the sky is blue and the sun is shining, when it's that perfect combination of hot sun and cool breeze, I can't help but say, "It's the perfect day for baseball."