Championship

"So this has what to do with Buxton?" you're thinking.

Fair question, so here goes. Tonight our softball team won the league championship after going undefeated for about two months. It was a big win after coming up just short the past couple of years. Buxton and Anna even came to the game, though they had to leave early because it rained and was getting late.

I told my mom after the game that the best part of winning it all had to be winning it with the unbelievable, encouraging group of guys on the team. But if there's a second best part, it may just be that not too many years from now Buxton will, no doubt, look upon me as the graying, balding, bent-boned, complaining about the price of bread and speeding drivers old man that I am sure to be. And when that time comes, he may have a hard time believing I was ever much of anything else before he knew better.

Now my sincerest hope is that church softball championships, impressive as they may be, are not my greatest contribution to my growing son as we move forward. In fact, I hope they matter little to him. But, in the event that they matter to him at all...