I don’t live in Texas, but my great uncle did. Not long before he died, we went down to visit him. I was 13, so this would have been about 5 years ago.
I didn’t like baseball. I played it, but all I ever watched was my brother’s Little League games, and you can’t blame me for thinking it was boring. But when my great uncle put a game on his 50 inch tv, I watched. I don’t remember anything from that game except one thing: the second baseman, Ian Kinsler. I liked how he fouled off pitch after pitch in one at bat and stayed alive until he got on base.
We went home after a few days, and my little brother and I started watching the video highlights on mlb.com because we couldn’t get full games on the tv. David Murphy was our favorite. We would watch him homer again and again.
My great uncle passed but he left me with a love of baseball. The years have gone by and my brother has grown from Little League to a traveling team that won 2nd in state. I love watching him play now and we both are still loyal Ranger fans (sorry Mariners).
And now the first two Rangers I ever loved have moved on to other teams. I’m thankful for the memories.