06/16/2026
Last week, I went to a baseball game expecting to enjoy a few innings.
Instead, I found myself remembering.
Watching kids laugh in the dugout.
Watching young players give everything they had on the field.
Watching families make memories they'll talking about years to come.
And it took me right back to those little league days.
You know, there's something special about a ballpark. For a few hours, every in those stands gets to believe anything is possible.
It reminded me why I wrote "A Boy, A Bat, and a Dream.
Not because it's a baseball story.
Because it's a story about believing in yourself.
About having a dream before you know how far it can take you.
⚾️ What dream did you have when you were a kid?
