It was a hot summer afternoon. I had just spent past couple of hrs in the neighborhood park trying to initiate my 5 yr old son to America's favorite pass time - baseball.
He showed very little interest in the game, and worst, he showed no skills at catching or throwing a ball. I could see my dreams of my son making it big in major league shattering.
And, I was helpless.
"It's so boring!!!", he complained.
"Can I eat some ice cream instead?", he pleaded.
Finally, I gave up. We had ice cream and went home.
My wife had just put the baby down for her nap. She understood what it meant to a father that his son can't throw a ball.
I was tired. I took a nap.
I wake up to find my son and wife with their favorite video game console playing .... baseball.
My son came running to me.... "Dad, did you know there is a mercy rule in baseball?".
"Mom is so bad at it, we had to use mercy rule. Let me see if you can beat me!!".