The sun showed its first light rays of the day, a cold breeze accompanied the scattered clouds of the sky. The first cars heading to their jobs could be heard in the distance.
- Daddy! Daddy! I'm ready! Can we go now?
- Sweet raspberries son, it's so early. Go to sleep again.
- No! It's today dad, do your remember? Our Baseball game!
- Will you not go to sleep again, do you?
- No.
- Ok son, you win, give me just 10 minutes.
- Yes! Sure daddy!- The little blond boy jumped of happiness in his dad bed.
- What did he say? - His mom peeked through the door once the man had gone to the bathroom.
- He said yes as you said mommy!
- That's my son! Now, go to the kitchen, I cooked pancakes!
- Oh no sorry, dad told me that a very important part of the tradition its eat a lot os hot dogs. I need my empty stomach!
- Well my dear, you win, as always.
- Dear, do you are awake? wait a minute... did you plan all this right?
- Maybe... But don't worry honey, dress up, take your keys and you two, go to to the stadium, come on!
The woman took the hands of her men and opened the door.
- See you soon! Have Fun!
- But... - The man said, but his wife closed the door in front of him.
- I thought that they never would left... - The blond woman sighed in relief.
- It is your fault, If I were you, I would have kicked him out. - Her sister in law appeared from the kitchen.
- Maybe, but my son is so cute and I never would do something like that, my husband is other thing...
- Nothing that you hadn't done to him in the past. - The women laughed hard. - It is a special day right?
- Yes, it is... Is their first baseball game, for Miles since ever and Phil... the first after the war... He was very excited about that but...
- He still scared, right? - The red-hair woman sat down and tasted her cup of tea.
- I'm afraid so, it's his first outing, I mean, we went on dates before, but he didn't outing to a public place.
- My brother, I tried to stop him, but...
- But Phil never abandon anyone, except us for the war, you know... But, Phil is come back Miles is growing up, why do not you try to talk with him again?
- Because he is so stubborn.
- Just as you?
- Exactly! Both of us are Shortmans! it's genetical!
- Oh Mitzy, please! I hope that this someday ends, Me and Miles are tired to talk with you in secret.
- Me too, but is the only way. I just wish that my brother could be totally happy again...
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- Quigley Stadium -
- Dad... this place it's awesome! Just as you told me!
- I told you champ, it's a wonderful place.
- Are you ok dad? You seems worried.
- Is nothing pal, I'm ok... It's only that... I was remembering the last time that I can be in a baseball game. I had to wait for so long.
- Really? Why? Do you like it, isn't?
- Yes I love it! But... I was... bussy and then my dad couldn't go with me and my friend Jimmy Kafka neither.
- You was alone... Don't worry daddy! I'll always with you, I promise you!
- I know champ, thanks you! - They shared a big hug until the ball it landed on the little boy's head.
- Well, looks like a good beginning of our new tradition. - He laughed so hard. - Thank you Miles, I will never be sad at the stadium again.
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- Grandpa? Grandpa? - The little boy screamed and the old man opened his eyes.
- What happened Shortman?
- You were talking me how you started the Shortman Baseball Tradition, do you remember?
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A longer one for today, I was a little nostalgic and it's inspired me to talk about Phil's life that if you stopped to thinking about it, was so hard, the great Depression, second war, he told Arnold as a funny storie but I think that he had to had a bad time there. Thanks to read! See you tomorrow!
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