Like many, I started playing baseball at a pretty young age. I was around 7 or 8 the first time I played on a team, and I must say, the team I was on was pretty good...
There is a big difference in forgetting something and not knowing something.
The other day I came home and Grayson, my 3-year-old son, comes running up to me and says, “Daddy, where is my baseball pillow?”
I had no idea where his pillow was. I had just walked in the door. Not only did I not know where it was, I didn’t even know what pillow he was talking about. I had never seen him with a pillow that looked like a baseball.