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On June 6, I attended my first major league baseball game. Atlanta was playing Washington (Atlanta won!), and my crew from work decided we would go to the game. We had a great time just hanging out and enjoying the game.
At the game, I began to think of my grandfather, Pop. He had taught me to fish as a boy, and we had enjoyed many a morning on the lake together. Later in life, he had become a big Braves fan. He always had the game on when we went to visit. Sitting there in the right-field seats, it hit me what an opportunity I had lost to share another experience with Pop - all those times in my late teens and early 20s when I should have driven to the house and said, "Hey Pop, come on. We're going to the game." I never made that drive. I wasn't a big baseball fan, and I was too busy hanging with my friends and chasing girls. I was too busy to do something important.See the full content of this document
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