I could watch him all day. And I do.

Last December at Dodger Camp.

A little pre-season something-something.

When your mom's friend goes to yard sales and cool swap meets on the weekends and keeps an eye out for you, your baseball card colle...

My favorite from Kauai: Mr. Rosenberg as base coach, Bob and his pals on the field.  Photo by Phil Regan

This evening I took my usual place in the stands and watched the team practice. I could have dropped off Bob, gone home for awhile, and ...

Five games this week. What more could you ask for?

Can't go in the dugout without a uniform. He's on the mend. 

A two hour game followed by a two hour practice. It's cold. It's windy. It's late. They still play. I love baseball. ...

The broken wrist has healed. The arm muscles are building back up. He's easing back into baseball and has three hits in the last f...

Sometimes the twelve-year-old first baseman on the opposing team is a little taller than you... and your base coach. 

Third base looks strange with somebody else’s kid on it. My kid is in the dugout wearing a hard cast covering the wrist he broke at s...

Hard cast comes off in eleven days. He'll be back.

It was a glorious day. Photo by Laura Chin

Moonball.

There was a time I used to think baseball was boring. That was before I understood all of the slow moving parts are just a build up for ...

Tomorrow night is the first game of the fall season. Getting ready.

"Hey, Mom - you wanna come see? I have to rest up for the game tonight so I put together a puzzle."

Bob did some pitching today. Watching this always causes my palms to sweat.

"I can really see all of your hard work with your swing, Bob. You're a monster." "A monster?" "Yeah! Yo...