One of my favorite parts of being a dad was attending my kids' sporting events. Both of my sons, Taylor and Carter, played baseball from T-ball at age four through high school. Early on, I helped coach both boys' teams. Then I settled on just being an active (sometimes overly active) spectator.
The high school team had a relatively new field with a beautiful computerized scoreboard. I remember attending many games there. In fact, for several seasons, I volunteered as the announcer for the games, doing my best to introduce each player at bat properly and remind the parents to purchase as much food from the snack bar as humanly possible.
There is one home game I will never forget. It was my older son Taylor’s team. Just as I volunteered as an announcer, there was another parent who volunteered to run the scoreboard. This was not just any scoreboard. This was a very fancy computerized digital display. Thank goodness there was one dad with technology experience who understood how to run this very complicated scoring device. Until this one game…
That night, Mr Scoreboard did not show up. In hindsight, we should have sent a search party.
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