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.
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."
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