Maybe you have heard me talk about or write memories about my dad’s father who we called Tractor Brown. 

You’ll need to dig through old blogs to find out why. It’s worth it. 

I think of him often.
Today was one of those. 

I got my love of baseball from Tractor. We would sit and listen to the Rangers on his radio. 

He would chew Redman, sunflower seeds for me. 
I felt like a grown adult. 

Sometimes we would chat (he would answer endless questions) and others we just listened. 
Especially if Nolan was slinging. 

I remember one night, during  a game, it was really dull and he asked me if I knew how baseball and life were similar. 
I looked at him. I wanted to be smart. Sound as grown up as the sunflower seeds made me feel but I was not prepared for that depth of an attempt. 

I was 8 !!!

He knew I didn’t know. But he liked asking. 

This is how he explained:

In both, you lose far more than you win but you are just damn happy to be out there doing with other that you mostly like and love of the chase. 

But when you get even a single liner, a win, you can’t help but smile. 

I think I’d agree now some 43 years later. 

If you expect lots of wins, you won’t make a good teammate. 


Share with anyone you might think would enjoy. 

Cheers 
Klark