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It was a day I was subconsciously waiting my whole life for, but I didn't realize it until it was happening. The day was August 8, 1996, just 25 days before my son's first birthday. The Texas Rangers, my favorite baseball team, were in town to play the K.C. Roy ....

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.... more excited, much less believe my luck. After I got off work , and picked up the tickets, I raced home to get my wife and son ready to go. Over the next half hour, I almost regretted having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the diaper bag packed , the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a stroller. It was hectic, but I survived. Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of the national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch. All of a sudden it hit me, for some reason I couldn't have been prouder. There I was, holding my son and watching my childhood heroes, sharing his fir ....