Generational

Baseball goes back at least a couple of generations in my family.  The picture above is of the county's championship team in the early/mid 20th century.  Both of my grandfathers were on that team.

My paternal grandfather had a light blue pickup truck about the color of blue in this baseball figurine's shirt.  I remember him sitting in the truck in the driveway at the farm on weekend afternoons listening to Tigers games.

My grandparents from both sides were lifelong neighbors on farms about a quarter mile apart.  My dad said that as a kid he could sometimes hear my maternal grandfather's voice hollering out from the other farm when a serious game of ball was being played.

I couldn't hit a ball with a bat if my life depended on it.  But the game somehow still ended up somewhere in a few of the genes.