How did we even live before the cell phone? Actually, we got along just fine! You've got to admit, you know you love the convenience. My choice is an iPhone, clad in a Realtree APG case, so that all the world may know I AM HUNTER.
Smartphones are amazing, especially when trying to partner with your oldest son as together you create a manipulative scheme to get him a foul ball. On this given night at the ballpark, it had been raining for hours. I told Cole that there was a small chance the rain would stop just in time for the first inning, and yet, in doing so, cause everyone to assume it was going to rain out the game, thus leaving the ball park virtually empty. Brothers of the Man Minute, I testify to you that this is exactly what happened. The Triple-A affiliate of the Milwaukee Brewers is the Nashville Sounds, and they were playing the Omaha Storm. A fitting team on a rainy night. The ballpark was all but ours.
Because we were sitting by the first base dugout, we created a plan. Using our iPhonic resources, we searched the web and found the Omaha website, seeking to uncover the first baseman's name. Every other kid was, in total amateur fashion, yelling for a "ball." The idea was that Cole would make it personal and scream the player's name as he ran to the dugout. Now this concept of personalizing a request would be expected and even routine at a Major League Game where players are well known. This was a minor league game, however, we were going to play it on the Major League level because that's how the Cruise boys roll.
We discovered quickly that Omaha's first baseman was a softy, for he continually gave baseball after baseball to little girls. This diamond baller was proving to be quite the adversary. Then something happened.
Unbeknownst to me, a spiritual collusion had been brewing. An unseen force had permeated the crowd, but no one person was talking about it. It had, up to this point, remained dormant, waiting for the timing of, no doubt, the Holy Spirit. In the sixth inning, Cole went down to the dugout, once again, to hold up his arms, his little baseball glove in hand, and shout the first baseman's name as he trotted toward the dugout. This time, however, when Cole opened his jaws to shout his name, the entire first base side of Sounds fans started shouting in unison "CLINT, CLINT, CLINT!" as they pointed to Cole. Cole opened up his mouth, but 60 voices filled the airwaves, making his voice thunder like one of the apocalyptic four horsemen. So much so that Clint, who had his eyes on yet another blond-headed dress wearer, turned to see the clamor, only to be staring straight into the eyes of a little boy with his glove held high.
When the ball rolled across the dugout, my son swallowed it up like a vacuum cleaner on jet fuel. The entire first base side went nuts.
"Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4
"Blessed are they that shout, for they shall be heard." 1 Jason 3:1
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