My dad loved to tell the story about my first baseball practice. I was 7. My mom signed me up for a team. My dad comes to the first practice and can't find me on the field. The coach tells him I'm on another field with other kids who had never played because he was worried I'd get hurt.
But I loved it and practiced every day, pestered him to come home from work so we could practice. By the end of the season I was hitting cleanup.
I loved it so I kept playing until I got better.
He's going to drive Nathan right out of sports if he keeps it up --- but I don't think there's anything you can do about it.
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