There Goes My Hero

On Tuesday night, I attended my first Cincinnati Reds game with my father (I got the tickets for him as his Father's Day gift). As luck would have it, it was Ken Griffey, Jr. night in honor of his hitting 600 home runs.

Growing up as a kid, Griffey was my hero. My family will tell you that would be putting it lightly. And although he was traded away from Seattle 8 years ago, it was a strange feeling to be in a different ballpark, in a different city, seeing a different collection of fans claiming him as their own.

I guess with the Mariners in such turmoil right now, it's hard to watch our former superstar bring glory to any other city (even if the Reds are in last place as well).

Maybe I just need to learn to share.