Take me out to the ballgame - Kathy Jefcoats

OK, call me crazy but when my grandson, Michael George, asked me to take him to see the Braves play at Turner Field, I told him I would. He will be 6 tomorrow and is the second oldest of my six wonderful grandchildren. As I have written before, I know very little about baseball outside of three strikes, three outs, nine players, nine innings and the fact that it is not played in the rain. I figured we could cheer when everyone else did and we would be fine.

You might think I am out of my mind to even attempt such a feat on my own but as ignorant as I am about baseball, it is in my heritage to enjoy a good game. I remember sitting with my grandfather at his kitchen table in St. Louis, listening to the legendary Harry Caray call the Cardinals games in the 1960s. I didn't follow the games well but I loved the time I spent with my grandfather and seeing him get so excited about a game he could visualize only in his head.