It was a great boy's weekend. The twins fought less. Zeke talked more than normal. Noah stayed out of trouble. And I hung out with them happily. Jeremy's team won both games we watched and invited us to dinner after Sunday's game.
With all of us together, it didn't feel like there was too much of an age gap between me and Jeremy. He was only three to four years older than Rhys and Zeke. Another year for the twins. Then seven years for Noah and I.
He got along great with everyone, especially when he talked about his early struggles in the minors. It's hard to believe that he went through a year long slump, but he did. And got out of it. Then reached the majors as young as he did.
"I'll debut before you." Noah said confidently as dinner was winding down. He clenched his fists. "That'll be my goal."
