From the Sidelines: Sports or not, the little one needs support
Sports reporter
It's probably too early to tell, but I think my son likes sports.
It's kind of hard for him not to, at least for now, considering it's on the TV 24/7.
He went to his first sporting event, a Marion High School football victory against Nickerson, when he was just 10 days old. And now at 10-and-a-half months, he can throw a ball when you tell him to. And he can use either hand.
I can just see him now on the pitching mound, switching gloves from one hand to the other either because one arm is tired or to confuse the batter.
OK, so more than likely he'll begin to favor one hand over the other, and trying to predict how well he will play baseball based on what he does now is a little overkill. But if I wasn't then I wouldn't be a good parent.
But to be a good parent I must also realize that all of Jamie and my dreams and hopes for him probably won't come true. The earlier we realize that, the better.
So if he doesn't become a great athlete, or isn't an athlete at all, it doesn't matter. But growing up in a household of sports, like a child growing up on a farm or in an Army family, it's kind of engrained in the beginning.
He doesn't know it but he is already choosing his own path for the future, and in all honesty the best Jamie and I can do is support him.
If it's sports, art, music, even going to K-State, it shouldn't matter.
But Mitch, if you're going to go to K-State, could you at least play for the baseball team?
