Woodard got an ovation that had the remnants of a dream. He waved his hat to the crowd and basked in the magic moment. He looked like a little boy who had just found heaven on earth. Woodard had to be beside himself with joy. As I was standing there applauding, my Dad's words echoed in my ears.
Dreams are what make life tolerable.
Watching Steve Woodard live out his dream of pitching in the major leagues was a privilege that I won't forget. I wish my Dad could have seen that game because he'd have felt the same warmth in his heart that I felt, as I wished that I were in Woodard's shoes shaking with joy and nervousness. Watching Woodard pitch illustrated for me the power of dreams and how important they are in life. Just picking up a bat or a glove I am transported into a fantasy world where the painful reminders of reality are left to those less imaginative. A baseball field is a playground where dreams can come alive.