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My father always took me to
baseball games as a child. He taught me to love all the sports
and to always support our Houston teams. I eagerly anticipated
game days because those were the days I knew I would be spending
great, quality time with my father. The best part about going to
a game was eating the hot dogs! You can’t go to an Astros game
without eating a hot dog! It’s fun to see everyone cheering and
screaming at the top of their lungs and then to calm it all down
and sing together, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” I also love
wearing my Astros hat and holding my dad’s baseball glove,
hoping to catch a foul ball.
When my sisters come into town
from California to visit, he takes us all to the baseball games.
It’s the absolute best bonding family time. Some games, I’m not
even paying attention to whether we’re winning or losing. I’m
just enjoying the time we’re sharing with one another. Every
game brings us closer together, and that’s one of the many
reasons why I love my dad so much. Those special moments I keep
inside me, and I bring them back whenever I’m doubting myself or
my abilities. “Go Astros!” |
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