Last night.
We sat on the couch.
We watched Moneyball.
He loves baseball.
He loves the Athletics.
His love for the game rekindled mine.
I played when I was his age.
And now I watch him.
I drive him to practice.
To games.
To anything that fuels his love for it.
We play wiffle ball in the backyard.
We play catch.
He buys, sells and trades baseball cards.
He’s a well of endless stats.
And right now,
For the moment,
There’s something there.
For him.
For me.
A thread.
Tethering our hearts.
A feeling with an endless shelf life.