My First Favorite Player

“I dusted off my mother’s scrapbooks the other day. Between vacation photos and Christmas portraits, there is one page dedicated to the Seattle Mariners. It is the only proof I have that my parents were once baseball fans. Beneath blurry snapshots of the 1995 ALDS are two lines scribbled in blue ink: “Lorraine’s favorite player: Randy Johnson” and “Gabriel’s favorite player: Ken Griffey, Jr.”

My parents did not impart these memories to me as a child—or, if they tried, my five-year-old self quickly dismissed the stories. Seventeen years later, the Mariners and I were reintroduced, and I finally had my own line to add: “Ashley’s favorite player: Munenori Kawasaki.”

Full post at Second Place Is Not an Option here.

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