Today is one of those days. You know, a day that forever changes something in your life, or better yet, my son's life. Today is the day he gets his first pair of glasses.
We thought something was wrong with his eyesight, and we were right. Turns out he's about as blind as a bat. Although we were very fortunate to catch this early, it still is going to take some adjustment on everyone's part in my little family.
When the ophthalmologist confirmed the need prescription, I was in shock. My little buddy has had so many obstacles thrown up at him in his short life. He is definitely our special child. The other day my wife listed off how many specialists he has, and I was amazed: an orthopedist, a neurologist, a radiologist, a urologist, another orthopedist, two orthotist, at least three physical therapists, and now a ophthalmologist.
He's four.
Last night, he wanted to look through one of "Daddy's books" for his bedtime story. He picked out the 1978 Topps set, and we leafed through every page. He loves Team Cards and Catchers. He calls them squatters. When we were done, he said, "I'm going to be a catcher!" Such enthusiasm! I LOVE IT. Of course, he'll have an uphill climb in that regards being a pure southpaw. But dammit, if my boy wants to catch, he's going to catch. I was relegated to either pitching, first base or right field. Not my boy.
So, in honor of him and just to prove to him that Catchers do wear glasses, here's are all the Squatters on Topps cards that wore glasses...
He may wear glasses, but at least he won't look like My Achy Breaky Heart...
I love you, bud.
Daddy