It all began when my daughter wanted to learn how to pitch fastpitch softball. It only took one time getting hit in the gonads while in a catcher's position that I realized I should get a bucket like the other dads who's daughters were learning how to pitch. I sat on that bucket for 10 years and even though I haven't caught Megan since she started playing college softball 3 years ago, I still have that bucket.
That bucket has not only been a part of my life, in many ways it has been my life. When Megan began pitching I was seeing life from 40 feet (the pitching distance to home plate), as she got older I was seeing life from 43 feet, and now, even though I'm not catching her any more, I'm still seeing life, from greater distances.
Sitting on that bucket I watched an 8 year old little girl grow and mature into a young lady, and lordy, can she throw a softball.
So, here I am, blogging, ready to share what life throws my way and yeah, my bucket provides me with the best seat in the house.
1 comment:
The blogosphere just got a little richer. And the bucket story is the perfect first post.
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