So what was our Easter tradish?

Mike tends to shorten every word. And you know what they say, "The more time you spend with a person, the more you begin acting like them." Well this is true and now look at me saying tradish instead of tradition. O boys.

Okay, but the point of this point is to go back and answer my question of finding and implementing a new tradition. We searched high and low. We thought about dying eggs. We thought about not dying eggs. We thought about joining another family's egg hunt. He didn't really think about this, but I just kept sneaking it in. So what did we do?

It combines both of our past times. Here is a hint:

Really I'm nothing close to a pro-golfer, but Mike came this close [___] to playing in the MLB!

We ended up miraculously driving by a driving range and batting cage playground in one and thought, "Why not?" So after a bucket of balls, a few hundred softballs, and an afternoon of laughter we found our tradition. From here on out, every Saturday pre-Easter, you'll find us on the green and swinging a bat. This tradition is a little out of the ordinary, but it's ours and I couldn't be happier!