In the Spring in Atlanta, there comes the cloud of pollen. As the pollen wanes it gives way to two treasured events that display the true brilliance of Spring in the South. The majesty that is Augusta National in full bloom for The Masters, and the right of passage for any father-son (or daughter) that is Opening Day.
I cannot wait to take my son to Augusta in a few years for the Wednesday practice round and Par 3 contest. This is my most favorite part of The Masters. I love the way the players let their guard down and spend some time with their kids. I do look forward to Trey and I be a part of that.
This year however, I hold in my hands tickets for the Braves' Opening Day which will be my son's first foray to Turner Field. What is not right about baseball? The rhythm of BP, the preparing of the field for play, the hotdog, the sometimes comedic first pitch, the national anthem, and "Play Ball". No matter what is going on, the game of baseball signals Spring, and with the exception of the 1996 strike has provided me moments of distraction required to see the bigger picture.
The bigger picture this year is the beginning of the Opening Day tradition with my son. Do you really need more motivation in life than that? If I do, it means my priorities have once again gotten out of whack over the winter.
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