A father attended 87 of his son’s 91 baseball games over six years.
His ex-wife attended 23.
He had a dated photo from almost every game.
At senior night, their son chose his mother to walk onto the field—and asked his father to stay in the bleachers.
The father assumed his ex had turned the boy against him.
His son took out his phone, searched their messages for “good game,” and showed him 79 results.
Artists could easily have the hardest beats but they always go on youtube and pick a rod wave type beat or somethin. Does anyone care about production anymore?