In the picture, it’s clear that the clothes were too big.
The gray-and-blue cap with No. 34 between “Nolan” and “Ryan” loosely sat on my head. The Texas Rangers white button-up T-shirt and shorts — yes, they even matched — swallowed my small, 7-year-old body.
That’s the first thing my wife, Ashley, noticed a few weeks back. She rightfully got quite a kick out of it.
I looked at the photo. Standing between Section 101 and Section 102 signs near Arlington Stadium’s field in 1993, my smile stood out.
I was truly happy.
For a boy growing up in middle-of-nowhere northeastern Oklahoma, life wasn’t always pristine.