A little girl stood behind the backstop...her fingers looped inside the chain link fence.
And as it grew dark the field lit up and there he was...standing on the pitchers mound.
A moment that took her breath away.
The little girl saw him every day and yet...she knew now that she really saw him. Intense, powerful, confident, handsome...
And in a moment he became so much more than just her Dad. He was now and forever after... her Hero.
Later, when it was time for a treat, the little girl stood in a concession line. "The pitcher's my Dad," she said as she pointed. "He's my Dad."