Beginning of the First End

And so it begins–

It all started sometime in 1999. I think because I wasn't there at the beginning. 

I love baseball. And I'm blessed by the fact that my son Reese shares that love. Like his dad, his love affair began early in life and continues to this day. At one point in Reese's Little League baseball experience, I mentioned that one of my dreams was to visit Fenway Park in Boston. 

Little did I know but that off–hand comment led to a bunch of scheming led by then 11 year old Reese and involving my wife Julie and my mom. With Reese grubbing for money at every opportunity and Julie and Grandma making the arrangements, I was blown away with an early 2000 Father's Day gift of a trip to Boston to see the Red Sox.

Suffice it to say Reese and I had an incredible father–son adventure in June 2000, watching two Red Sox games, including a Yankees–Red Sox battle. Flying back from Boston Reese and I agreed that this was way too much fun to stop with one trip. We then set the goal to see a game in every major league ballpark. And 28 stadiums later (we made it to Montreal before they moved to Washington), we are on the final leg of our journey.

Leaving tonight from Portland, we are set to see games in Miami, Tampa Bay and Atlanta.