It's all a matter of perspective.
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
I went in to check on Wylie this morning and he was lying on his back in the bed with his baseball cap and his glove on. He had slept with the foul ball he got at the game last night and was popping it into his glove hand. He just casually looked up and said, "Hey Dadoe" and went back to popping the ball into his hand.