Baseball, outside, at the foot of Pikes Peak

There aren't many moments better in life than watching baseball, outside, at the foot of Pikes Peak, with my four year old son (who's currently enjoying all things baseball). Wrapped up with him under a blanket as the sun sets and the high school players do their best (high fly balls, blundered catches, wild pitches and walk after walk do nothing to dampen the mood), I realize that I've got it pretty good. I answer all of Jack's questions about the mechanics and nuances of the game, and smile when he cheers for the batter on deck. I'm looking forward to the next million or so games...