While watching the Red Sox/Diamondbacks game tonight, the following conversation took place.
Rakes: Who him, Dad?
Me: BJ Upton. C'mon Josh.
Rakes: T'mon, Josh Beckett.
Me: Hey bud, I'm proud of you for knowing that was his last name.
Rakes: Why Toto Trisp not pitching, Dad?
Me: Coco is playing Centerfield, Rakes. Hey, you wanna know something? I love you, little man.
Rakes: I thought Toto pitched, Dad.
Me: (Puts arm around Rakes proudly, enjoying the Father/Son moment). No son, he plays in the outfield.
Rakes: Stop that, Dad.
Ah, the great game of baseball.
Still bringing Fathers and Sons together after all these years.
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