practically levitated with excitement getting an autographed game ball from a star player during warm-ups. The other mom and I hit it off beautifully—we laughed easily, and I opened up to her a bit about my sobriety journey. We’ve already bought tickets to return to the ballpark for another game with our boys—this time, no Gotham Club or field access. Just four regular seats, some hot dogs, and a whole lot of new tape reel to record. In terms of baseball games, this one will go down in memory as one of the happiest days for me as a parent. And that had absolutely nothing to do with plays on the field or the numbers on the scoreboard. It was a sober gold homerun.
that even as he begins to slightly push me away, he needs me more than ever. The reality is that if I hadn’t quit drinking, alcohol would have destroyed everything most precious to me—including the relationships I have with my children. When I allowed that old tape reel to play, it was about far more than a baseball game. It was about my entire life and those I love. So I took that old tape reel out and smashed it with my heel. The actual game day was everything I’d hoped for and more. My son and I bought matching jerseys at the stadium, and he The reality is....
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