Proud Papa

That's my son, Reed, taking his turn at bat in a Little League game in Prospect Park last month. His team frequently struggles, and sometimes the littlest thing is cause for celebration. But the games are thoroughly entertaining, and I enjoy supporting his efforts.

How I wish I had video tape footage of a terrific play he made in the field yesterday!

With a runner speeding home, Reed took the cutoff throw at second base from the right fielder. He then rocketed the ball to the plate. It was one of those moments in life where time stands still. Who could imagine so much tension in such little elapsed time?

The throw was fast, dead-on accurate. Smack of the ball in the catcher's mitt. The tag: "He's OUT!"

Pandemonium! Seeing him get the high fives from his teammates in the dugout afterward made me the proudest father in Brooklyn.

He had two other putouts, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention his three RBI's. But that play, the throw home, that was edge-of-the-seat exciting.

On the walk home I told him I would remember that play for the rest of my life. "Me too," he smiled.

(Photo by MsAPhillips)