As part of my post-World-Series “less blogging and more physical activity” kick, we’ve been doing some hiking on the weekends – schedule and weather permitting.
Related, this afternoon, we had some free time before dinner – so, the kids and I hit the trails at Cheesequake State Park for a couple of hours.
Whenever we run across fellow hikers, I always make sure to greet them in some way. After all, you’re in the middle of the woods, with your family…so, it makes sense to offer an act of courteous recognition…just to make sure that all parties involved at that moment are clear of each other’s reason for being there and their go-forward intentions.
Now, I don’t go crazy – just a simple “Hello” is sufficient…or maybe I’ll change it up with a “Hi”…followed by a head nod.
Well, today, with the weather so nice for the 22nd day of November, there were more than a few other parties enjoying the trails while we were there. And, at one point, we came across a father and son, resting along the trail, adjusting their camera. So, I looked at the dad and say “Hello.” He repeated it back to me. Then, I quickly looked at his son – whom I would estimate was around 10-years old, give or take a year or so – and said “Hi.”
And, the minute I acknowledged the boy, the younster’s eyes widened, he flashed a smile and said “Hey, I really like your hat!” (I’ll give you one guess as to what cap I was wearing today.)
Clearly, this was one Yankees fan meeting another Yankees fan, albeit from generations apart and perfect strangers before the encounter – now 18 days after New York had won its 27th World Championship – still enjoying the thrill of seeing their team win the very last major league baseball game played that year.
Gotta tell ya…just seeing the excitement in that kids face over the whole thing…well…it kinda reminds you what being a fan is all about…
Good for him. I hope he gets to ride that one for a long time coming.