This one doesn’t require a big preamble.
Every year, baseball players deck themselves out in pink hats, wrist guards, cleats, and bats, and take to the field to honor mom’s everywhere (and raise a little money for breast cancer research at the same time). Often, team mascots will be joined by mom-versions of the mascot, which can either be adorable or terrifying depending how you look at it.
For me, my mom was the one who got me into sports initially. She was the one who told me there’s no point in sitting quietly at a game: that’s what watching at home is for. She was the one who taught me to cheer and get loud and excited. I am, to this day, the one obnoxiously cheering and clapping (even at home) whenever my team does something good. My mom’s commitment to teaching me to love sports is the reason I was standing in the middle of my living room, biting my nails, as I watched the Cubs win game seven of the World Series, and started screaming so loud I scared my cat.
Dads tend to get all the credit when it comes to teaching their kids about baseball, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who can trace their love of the game back to their mothers.
So this week, we want you to share your best baseball memories involving your mothers.
Head over to the FanPosts section and select “New FanPost” on the left, then tell us about bringing your mom to games, watching on TV with her, or maybe YOU were the one who taught HER the game. Regardless, we want to know.