My favorite baseball player

It has been too long since I've blogged about my Sheppard Kiddos but tonight I wanted to write about my favorite baseball player, Bryson Sheppard. The 2014 season has ended ... just a few days after the MLB season.   Daddy and Bryson got to watch a few innings together before bed time ... and after bed time.  I wish Bryson was 7 (or close-to) when the Rangers were in the WS 2 years in a row.  Today's (current) time on TV reminds me of the time I spent with my dad aka Granpa in the dining room listening to WBAP 820 or in the kitchen dinette (Texan's Lamp Factory formica table) counting and rolling coins from concession stand revenues of the Bangs Little League Baseball Association. 

Enough reminiscing.  After our final tournament of the season ended today unsuccessfully for the most part, I was cleaning out Bryson's bat-pack (similar to a school back pack) and pulled out his glove he used this past spring and fall.  He would not let go of it this fall after I bought him a new and better glove in August.  I could tell all fall season he wanted to please me and use the new glove but deep down inside he wanted to hang on to his ol' glove that is associated to so many great memories.  You even have to let a 6-7 yr old stick with the glove he prefers.  It is not a bat.  It is his personal glove that is part of his baseball playing body ... an extension to a limb.   However, the glove is is so malformed due to it being broke in the minute we walk out of the store in February 2014, we have to switch.  It is the glove that he loved and did so well with.  Bryson and I had a great year.  We won our 6 yr old league division, and this fall, our first season in machine pitch, we went 7-2-1.  I could have made it 8-2 but I had to teach all of them a lesson re arrogance.

The spring of 2014 was a great experience with a high level of expectations, yet the Fall of 2014 Edmond league started with zero expectations and ended on a very high note.  My point is 2014 is done ... the best year ever.  I didn't like the way it ended ... this Sunday morning ...  but as I swapped out the gloves in his bat-pack tonight in the dark after the time change (out with the old, in with the new) this coach and dad suddenly lost it.  That ol' glove that produced double plays and one  unassisted triple play will hang out in my study for a long time.  I Love You Bryson. You will always be my favorite baseball player.