Mom's, am I right?

This week we celebrate the birth of one of the greatest human beings to ever walk the earth. Not the greatest, just one of them. In that spirit I decided to share an experience my Mom and I had in my childhood. Playing baseball is something every young boy wants to do, and they want to be good at it. Baseball is huge in my family. Everyone loves it! I take opening day off from work every year, just to sit and watch baseball all day. So as a kid I signed up to play baseball and wanted to get better at catching. I was about 8. For some reason my Mom is helping my brother and I play catch. Now it isn't weird that my Mom was teaching us to catch, because Mama J can do anything, it was weird because it was getting dark and she still kept us out there. I kept telling her, "Mom I can't see it very well, can we go inside?" She kept telling us one more. Then next thing I know she throws this rocket into the sky and expects me to catch it! I got underneath it and then smack! The ball misses my glove and hits me right in the nose. The was the first time, in my life, that I recall every getting a bloody nose. Yep, my first bloody nose my mom gave me. Happy birthday week Mom! Love you!