What a beautiful sound for a father to hear.  What a moment to remember.

A crisp Summer evening on the ballfield and nothing could seem to make it better.  Then you hear that sound, as your son walks to the plate.

A beautiful sound from the other team.  A realization has swept over the competition, as your son digs into the batter’s box.

Yes, a sound that drifts into a father’s ear and generates a soft smile on his face.  The other team has seen my son hit and now “Back up!” is their lone defense.

A beautiful sound.  One of respect.  One of warning.  One generated by the site of my boy about to swing.