Today is my birthday, which is very insignificant compared to it also being my youngest daughter’s wedding day. It will be a celebration of two young people who have found love for each other and want to promise that love to each other forever.
The ceremony will begin at 5 o’clock, and Cathy and Jake will tie the knot in front of family and friends in our backyard, behind the barn. It’s going to be a mix between a cowboy and country wedding, and it is going to be wonderful!
On my 10th birthday, my grandfather Jack Waddell asked me who I was going to pull for in the World Series. I had only a casual interest in baseball outside of my Little League team and baseball cards and asked him,
“The New York Yankees and the Pittsburgh Pirates”, he said.
“Who are you for?”, I responded.
“The Pirates”, he answered, “the Yankees always win.”
“If they always win”, I said, “then I’m for New York.”
Fifty-three years later, I am still rooting for the Yankees. Bill “Moose” Skowron, Roger Maris, Mickey Mantle, Elston Howard, Bobby Mercer, Bernie Williams, Whitey Ford, Mariano Rivera, Bucky Dent, Thurman Munson, Derek Jeter, I’ve loved ’em all.
Although this afternoon’s event will be casual, and the theme will have nothing to do with baseball, during the reception I will somehow find a way to put on my New Era New York Yankees cap for my own personal celebration of my birthday, and the origin of my love for the Yankees.
And I’ll whisper a small thank you to my granddaddy for helping me find “my team”.
The rest of the night belongs to Cathy and Jake.