The Things We Love
October 9, 2011
Most tournament weekends begin this way: a before-dawn trip downtown to get coffee and baked goods for the road.
It’s the early start on the day. It’s a huge cup of cafe au lait and a pastry someone else has made, all ready to go. It’s the guy who knows your order (and we only go here on tournament mornings, mind you, because it’s the only place open). It’s the quiet in the car, or NPR. It’s the light fog layer over the wetlands. It’s looking forward to a day of watching your favorite kiddo play baseball.
All of it.
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