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I could go on and on about why I love baseball and I would be shocked if I hadn't already done so online somewhere. Needless to say, it's my favorite sport. I'm also a die hard Cleveland Indians fan, given that I grew up in northeast Ohio. And if you are somehow unaware, Cleveland sports teams have a long standing history of losing in heartbreaking ways. Cleveland sports fans are a tortured lot.
But I don't live in Ohio anymore. I live in California, close to two different baseball teams, both of which have had more success than the Tribe. We also live close to the majority of Nicole's family and thousands of miles away from mine.
Sharing baseball with my son is a big deal for me, not just because I love the sport, and not just because baseball has played a big role between fathers and sons for decades. No, it's a big deal because it's a piece of where I'm from, a piece of my heritage, heritage that's not overwhelmingly represented here in California.
The other day, Nicole and I took Appleseed out in his stroller. As we walked, Nicole and I talked about the kinds of things we might like to see from our son. Nicole suggested I'd be at least a little sad if he didn't like comic books the way that I like comic books. But I told her that wouldn't bother me -- all kids like comic books, they just eventually out grow them (a thought that never occurred to me as I was growing up). No, I really don't have any preconceptions on what my son might be into.
I also mentioned that, of all the things I might try to share with Appleseed, being a Cleveland sports fan would be the hardest. He's going to be surrounded by people wearing A's, Giants, 49ers, Raiders, and Warriors jerseys. I would imagine the majority of his friends will support some of those teams. Going to any sporting event will mostly revolve around those teams. It would be hard to blame him for being a fan of those teams.
And I won't.
But it would be awesome if he liked Cleveland teams. It would be awesome to have that to share with him.
And I know that there will be plenty of other things to share with him. I'm looking forward to the strange, wonderful things that he's into, that I only ever learn about because he loves them.
It would be nice, though, that when the Indians finally win the World Series, he has at least some understanding of why his father is crying.