I think what scares me most is how long it's been. I mean, I can't just show up and expect to be that cool Dad that doesn't look goofy when he does it. So, Uncle Casey and I broke out the 'Ol

gloves... and threw the baseball. It felt good. The smell of the leather - not as oiled and soft as it once was. Not too hard - don't want to throw out my arm the first day. It has to be a slow gradual process. Before long, Junior will come to me and ask, "Dad, wanna throw the baseball?" And I'll be ready.