Every year for the past, goodness, 25 years or so, I’ve played in some sort of “Turkey Bowl” on Thanksgiving.
I’m pretty competitive (no surprise).
This year, however, was the first year that Paco was ready to play.
He understands the game and can catch pretty well.
So, this year, I was more focused on making sure that he got a few chances at the ball than on winning.
It was a strange feeling to have.
But a good one.