Sunday, July 6, 2014

Born to Fly... A Day At Airbus Helicopters

My husband, Matthew, was selected this past October for Warrant Officer to fly helicopters for the US Army.  Ever since then, our kids have been obsessed with helicopters and the fact that their Daddy was going to school soon to be a pilot and fly an Army helicopter for his career.  Our family was supposed to have left Fort Hood back in March to PCS to Fort Rucker for his flight school.  Little did we know the turn of events that would take place upon learning of Camden's disease this past January.  Everything got pushed back and put on hold while we have been fighting hard to figure things out medically and get a plan of care in place.  For now, we are set to move once again in December, so that Matthew can start schooling in January.  We have many big what ifs and decisions ahead as we find out more on Camden's medical condition and needs in August.  We pray that we can get the care we need at Fort Rucker so my husband can continue his dream, too.  If not, we are prepared to do what is best for Camden as he is our number one priority and his dreams are so much more right now.  This blog tonight is about amazing people once again taking the time to help make a dream of his come true.

Camden was given the opportunity a few weeks ago thanks to Matt & Lindsay Evans of Airbus Helicopters and a fellow photog friend, Lindsay Pierson, to take a tour of Airbus Helicopters in Dallas and then get to mark one more thing off his bucket list...


First they took the family on a tour of the facility and showed us how and where they make all different kinds of helicopters for people all over the world.  

After that, they had another surprised lined up for the kids as they lead us outside...  a fire truck to check out!!!  The kids loved it and enjoyed listening to the real life fireman and all he had to tell them about his job and his fire truck!  This one is very different from the normal ones you see and at first the kids called it a MONSTER TRUCK, haha. :)

Little did Camden know what was about to happen next...

He would fly in a helicopter with Pilot Matt Evans!  He was so excited and couldn't even believe what it!  Pilot Evans was so awesome with the boys and let them all go up, minus Mommy and Sofia who stayed back to watch and video the big event.  They got to fly over the Rangers Stadium, do a zero gravity drop and even Daddy McAlpine got to take a gander at flying for a few minutes!  

My boys weren't nervous or scared one bit and all were so excited and brave!  I was back there shaking.  More from the emotions of all that was being done and happening for our son.  We couldn't have been more blessed and grateful.  

It was nonstop talk about their ride afterwards and each kiddo was given their very own helicopter to take home!  We all went off to root for the Rangers afterwards with our newest friends, Lindsay and Lindsay.  Perfect ending to the perfect day! <3

Monday, June 16, 2014

Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst.

I can honestly say I have been attempting to sit down and write this blog entry for a while now.  Although I have a million thoughts and emotions constantly surging through my heart and mind right now, I have struggled with finding the words to accurately express my thoughts and feelings.  Maybe, because I myself, don't really know what they are.  These past few weeks I've felt incredibly raw and vulnerable.  I bought into something last month that I kept warning myself not to do, I grabbed onto false hope.  I knew if indeed it was proved wrong, I would be crushed.  I knew in my heart that it probably was an inaccurate life line we were reaching out so desperately for, but as any Mother of any sick child would do, I chose to ignore the brutal reality and reach for hope.  What was my hope?  For something treatable, fixable, reversible...  For this to be some horrible dream that we would just wake up from.  For those days that I look over at Camden while just sitting around the house relaxing, without an obstacle for him to endure, seeing that he physically looks ok and I don't SEE his disease..for those moments to be the reality.       

It has been a hard pill to swallow learning that at age 6, not only is Camden showing a large amount of muscle wasting at a rapid rate, but also signs of lung weakness and heart involvement.  I think I was finally in an area of acceptance with the muscle weakness and deterioration. Being that Camden can still walk right now, we haven't hit the parts of this disease that always loom in the my back of my mind each night before I fall asleep and immediately each morning when I wake up.  We have somewhat accepted the path he is now on with all the Dr appointments, labs, physical becomes routine life.   

For some reason, I found myself anxious about Camden's first appointment in Dallas but not worried.  I've always knew it in my heart that Camden had muscular dystrophy when we started this journey on Jan 3, 2014.  Although San Antonio failed us figuring out the genetic cause of it and denied him the help he needed then, using him as nothing more than an experimental pin cushion, I was comforted in knowing we were on the right path. After many days and hours spent on extensive research and networking, I was getting my baby to where he finally needed to be for REAL help.  I was ready for him to be thoroughly examined and I was even more ready to find out a clearer picture of Camden's medical prognosis.  

 Although I knew that lung and heart issues could arise with MD at a younger age, they didn't typically present themselves until the later stages of the disease, sometimes around age 10 but mostly in the early teen years.  Sometimes, there are cases that don't even have heart involvement.  These are typically patients that you hear about living into their 30s who have been blessed with little or no heart complications, that the ACE inhibitors prescribed helped maintain the function left or that just didn't present until later in life.  With all my networking I was hearing though of those rare cases, of those precious little ones who weren't lucky enough to be one of the later.  I was seeing young babies pass at the tender ages of 10, 6, 5...  What mother wouldn't immediately become frightened?  I remember in one of my phone calls with Camden's neurologist in San Antonio literally begging for him to recommend a cardiologist for Camden to be at least checked out to take the fear off my mind.  He played it down big time and assured me that even if Camden truly has Duchenne, the heart wasn't even looked into until age 10 and even so that was still very early to be worried about those issues.  At our second and last appointment with this same Doctor, after being told that he would re evaluate my son, he didn't even once place a hand on Camden to examine him. Bluntly, in front of us and Camden, we were told that he didn't recommend steroids no matter what the case was because the ONLY thing they did is keep a child walking longer.  Last but not least, the "good" doctor let us know (once again in front of Cam) that as of now all we could do was physical therapy and he was fine and stable and no matter what the final diagnosis, he was untreatable, incurable and management wouldn't ever change for him.  I sat in tears through most of this appointment, holding my son's hand the entire time, looking at him off and on reassuring him everything was ok.  I had never been more ready to take my child and bolt for the door and never look back.  That doctor and that place was NOT where my son should be or ever have been. They gave up on him.  They deprived us of what every child MUST have, hope.

So this brings us back to Dallas.  Even though I knew what was happening with Camden, I went in remaining hopeful.  Hopeful for better care, for help, of someone being able to finally tell us where we were at in all this and what we could do to make things better for him.  Part of their standard of care is a full work up.  This includes pulmonary functions testing, an ecg, being screened by a physical therapist, an occupational therapist and by a team of neurologists.  Dallas Children's spent four long hours thoroughly examining Camden.  I was diligent in preparing for this appointment so I was aware of most everything that would take place and was able to fully prepare Camden as well.  I've noticed he does much better when I can sit down and talk to him about what all is going to take place with each new medical "adventure" and even show him images of what things will look like.  What I was NOT prepared for was the low blow given to us by his new doctor, Dr. Innaccone, that he had an abnormal ecg and his lungs were weaker than they typically like to see at this age, functioning at 74%. 

In that moment I felt the life slip out of me.  I was not prepared for that.  It was rare.  He wasn't going to be one of those cases, remember?  It was all I could do to keep a strong face and not literally vomit on the floor beneath me.  I tried so hard focusing on the rest but all I wanted to do was take Camden in my arms and run from reality.  I wanted far away from the hospital.  I felt trapped in that tiny room, suffocating...  

She then informed us that they felt the biopsy needed to be done as soon as they could get it scheduled so we could see what indeed we were dealing with and how progressive his disease truly was.  We had been waiting too long to poke and prod any longer with blood tests when the biopsy could give us a clearer picture much quicker.  Dr. Innaccone explained to us that before she would consider putting him under again for surgery, he needed to be seen by a cardiologist and pulmonologist right away.  General anesthesia can lead to very serious complications with these diseases, especially if the heart and lungs are weak.  One of the things I remember feeling troubled about as well was the way she kept saying that Camden's progressive muscle wasting over such a short period of times (months mind you for some areas) was very unusual.  

I walked out of that building, through all the elevators, walkways and parking garages in a daze.  My body was doing what it needed to do but my mind and heart were a million miles away.  

His heart and lungs were in danger?  He was so progressive that it is puzzling to this world renowned neurologist that deals with neuromuscular diseases on a daily basis?  What did this mean for Camden?  What was in store for him?  How long would we truly have him???  I was sick.  Sick that this could be happening, that my baby could even be that rare case.  WHY?  His precious baby heart...  How DARE those doctors in San Antonio!  How dare they deny my pleas for a cardiologist!  How dare they ignore him for months and let him get so much weaker without an after thought...  

As much as that all pains me to think about, I've recently learned to let that battle go.  Fighting the what ifs and the idiots back in SA do not help my son.  Fighting for the right care and answers now are what he needs.  So we will, we will fight.  Just because we didn't get good news and things don't look great, does NOT mean my child is a lost cause and has lost this battle.  It does not mean I will sit back and let some disease take him over of any of us for that matter.  It hurts terribly and I have cried many a tear for Camden and will continue to along the way, but it is Camden's life at stake and his little body and heart that have to endure all of this.  I've been fighting my way back to hope for him.  Not false hope, not regular hope, but biblical hope.  HE deserves that and so much more than this!

Webster's definition of hope is a feeling of expectation and a desire for a certain thing to happen.  The biblical definition of hope is "confident expectation." Hope is a firm assurance regarding things that are unclear and unknown. Hope is a fundamental component of the life of the righteous. Without hope, life loses its meaning and in death there is no hope. The righteous who trust or put their hope in God will be helped, and they will not be confounded, put to shame, or disappointed. The righteous, who have this trustful hope in God, have a general confidence in God's protection and help and are free from fear and anxiety.

I will trust God in all this with my son because he is first and foremost God's son.  God loves Camden.  I truly believe that.  God knows, just like we do, how truly special our little boy is and he isn't even CLOSE to being done with him and neither is this world.  God will show us miracles through Camden.  Camden is a warrior.  Camden is a hero already.  Heros always save the day!

As we approach the upcoming cardiologist, pulmonary and biopsy dates in the next few weeks, I ask of you all to fight and pray with us.  I've prepared myself for what could happen and what we could be facing, but I remain hopeful for the best possible news for his disease.  Each day is a new day and each day is another day to pray for Camden, pray for a cure and fight like crazy to see the next day.  It is another day to smile and be thankful that Camden was chosen to be MY son.  God gave me the greatest blessing of all being his mother. 

I will leave you with a video and blog from Mitchell's Journey, the incredibly inspiring journey of a 10 year old boy who lost his battle last year to DMD due to heart failure.  This little boy and his family are an inspiration of love, courage and faith to me and many around the world.  In this video they learn the truth of Mitchell's heart deterioration caused by his disease.  This is one of the same things we will be facing June 26th.  As terrified as I am, I needed to see this video.  I needed to be prepared for the worse so I could hope for the best.  #teamcamden #camdenthestrong #fightasafamily #prayforacure

Mitchell's Journey:  Matters of the Heart -

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons."

Beautiful and true quote, yet very bittersweet. Seeing the changes in my son hasn't been easy lately, especially after this past weekend. He has such amazing determination that I'm unsure of knowing when to stop him at times in fear of extinguishing that fire that burns so brightly inside.

Saturday was difficult for me to watch Camden have to call it quits early when he used to spend all day running and playing so hard outside at my Dad's house. He had a few down moments but took himself inside to the recliner where he needed to be. I got his DS out of the car to play and before long he had two sweet cousins by his side playing along with him.

Sunday he was determined to play football and stay outside all day. I didn't stop him. My mom was worried after he told her a few times "I just can't run fast like John and Cameron. I want to play good too." These are always hard words to hear but I find it fascinating that despite it, he keeps trying. He played so hard and was probably on the ground as many times as he was up but with each fall Matt or my sweet brother would just lift him back up and they kept on playing. I watched in awe as they all were pretty careful and let him "run" past them at times too. Regardless, he had fun. In the back of my mind I couldn't turn off the thoughts "he is going to be in bad shape later". That night he was in tears at the drop of a hat. Exhausted. I felt bad and made sure to stretch him good. We rested that night and drove back on Monday.

He seemed ok yesterday but today was a different story. When he woke up he couldn't roll out of bed as usual so I lifted him out and steadied him onto his feet. We got downstairs and I brought them their school clothes and instructed them to get dressed. Camden couldn't put his clothes on. He said his legs and arms felt too tired. So I dressed him. When I picked him up from school his teacher was worried and said he had a very off day. He wasn't himself, lacked energy and complained of a headache. She sent him to the nurse to check him out but she sent him back. She said at recess he just laid beside her on the ground and used her jacket as a pillow. At pickup, he normally stands up in the back excitedly with his buddy but she said he just collapsed against the fence. My heart just sank. This was all my fault. It was just too much on him like I feared and probably destroying more and more precious muscle. In that moment I wanted to hit myself in the face! I should have known better. Those instincts telling me not to take him for another long weekend knew the truth and I didn't listen. I didn't want to miss out and I wanted the memories for him.

As we were walking back to the car, Camden was telling me about how today was Earth Day and what he learned about taking care of our earth. We got near the front of the school and he points out all the trash on the grounds. Before I know it that little man was bending down and gathering all the trash! With each movement he faltered but he didn't stop. It was all I could do not to stand there like an idiot and sob. He came back with an armful but couldn't spot a trash can so I promised him we'd take it in our car to our trash at home. He was so proud!

This is the child whose "most beautiful season of life" is being stolen unfairly. Although I sit here sad, angry, frustrated, I can't help but sit here and be proud and amazed too. Why can't we all have that kind of spirit? Even on his worst of days, he shines. Camden McAlpine, my hero. #teamcamden #teammcalpine #camdenthestrong

Friday, April 18, 2014

The Chair

I was taken off guard Thursday afternoon when I went to pick up the boys from school.  Like always, I go get Ty first then back track to get Camden so he doesn't have to do any extra walking to our car.  When I got up to his teacher she informed me that the kindergarten has a field trip coming up next month to the zoo.  She told me that she asked Camden if his feet got tired and hurt when he did a lot of walking and he told her yes.  I agreed that they do, especially here lately.  She told him that he could either have a stroller, wheelchair or wagon to use when he got tired and he said he would like to bring and use a wheelchair.

A wheelchair...

There is just something about that word to me.  Hearing it associated with my son feels like someone is putting a dagger straight into my heart.  As a mother not ready to accept and deal with the future of what is to come, I do not like that word.  To me, using one is taking a step further into this disease.  It's a confirmation of the inevitable and a reminder of what is to come.  It's as if someone is screaming at me "Your son is handicapped.  He isn't like other kids.  He isn't normal!".

I'll never forget the first time we took Camden to physical therapy.  I wasn't prepared at all.  Seeing all those precious kids in wheelchairs, leg braces and so forth.  I remember having to race to the car to sob.  I didn't want that for Camden, never ever in a million years.

To others, this may seem like no big deal and that I should be grateful he is here and his mind is in tact. Let me tell you, no mother in this place thinks it is no big deal or ok.  Comforting words don't help.  Knowing this will eventually be his life is not ok.  Watching your baby slowly get weaker and weaker...knowing what is to come...  IT SUCKS!

My son is loosing his strength so quickly and it just kills me.  The one thing that helped some was being able to relate to another Duchenne mom.  When all else failed to help my heart, I knew I needed to message her.  She got it.  She's been there.  She understood.  She told me her son was close to this age when he started needing a chair for walking long distances to be able to rest and take breaks in.  She went through the same feelings and need for denial.  She said, with every new stage, it hurts so much.  She knew.

For a while I've felt like Camden has been teetering between the early ambulatory phase of MD and moving into the late ambulatory phase.  I've noticed the weakness progression and even the change in his walk over the last few weeks. I feel it in his ankles when I stretch him and I see it in his arms.  Every time I see his little arms and his shoulder blades protruding through his skin, I cringe and look away to save my soul from shattering.  His ability to rise from the floor has regressed as well as his ability to sit up after reclining in a chair.  I ask the questions I've asked myself probably a million times each day.  How can this be?  Why Camden?

The most important thing though, is that Camden is ok with this new phase, he is resilient.  His heart is stronger than all of ours put together I believe.  He readily agreed to the chair.  He doesn't see it as being different, but being needed and is generously and graciously accepting the help.  Because of this, I will in no way persuade him otherwise as was my first notion.   Lord, let me learn from my son.  Let me see things in a positive manner like he does.  Thank for your allowing him to have such a kind and caring teacher.  Allow me to be accepting of things I can't control.  Thank you for his sweet spirit and his innocence for innocence truly is bliss...

Monday, April 14, 2014

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Like all little boys, Camden already has big dreams.   He wants to be a baseball player for the Texas Rangers when he grows up.  With all that is going on, we want nothing more than to help Camden achieve his dreams in whatever way he can.  So a few weeks ago I sat down with Camden and together  we made him a bucket list of his biggest dreams and wishes.  This is what my sweet six year old came up with all on his own.  Camden's Bucket List. <3

Last weekend, with the help of a very generous soul, we were able to check off number 2 on his bucket list.  My husband and I surprised him last Sunday with a shih tzu puppy who he named Penny.  She has been such a blessing and brought so much joy and happiness in our home.  The entire Mac Pac has quickly fallen in love with her.  As I have been telling everyone, she is definitely good for the soul!

This past weekend Camden got to check off TWO MORE on his bucket list, number 1(to meet a baseball player) and number 6 (to go to a Texas Rangers game)!  It was honestly one of the best weekends our family has had in a very long time!!!  

A sweet family friend, Roxanne, saw Camden's bucket list and got in touch with a friend she knows that currently works for the Rangers, Sean Decker.  A few days later she called me to let me know they had everything set up and arranged for us to not only attend a game but to meet a player and be put up in a hotel that evening after the game.  Her and her daughters, Amber and Brooke, all helped pitch in to send us a gift card to pay our gas, food and travel expenses for the weekend.  I spoke with Sean via phone and texts a few times before Saturday and he made sure to find out Camden's favorite player and give us all the information we would need for our trip.  We could hardly wait to take the family and see Camden and all the kiddos faces!  On Thursday, Camden and I went to Academy to get "Ranger Ready" for the game.  We made sure to get everyone shirts and hats.  He was so excited for Saturday to come!  Little did he know what all would be happening for him...

Saturday finally arrived!  We got up, packed our bags and excitedly put on our Ranger shirts and hats. We loaded up the mac pac, dropped Penny off with my sweet friend, Cynthia, then headed to Arlington, Texas!  Once we arrived, we drove over to check into our hotel the Rangers booked for us.  When we walked into our suite, there were four Easter baskets filled with goodies for all the kids along with a sweet card from the hotel manager wishing the family of Camden McAlpine a wonderful stay and weekend.  That was so amazing.  We unloaded our stuff, freshened up a bit and then headed over to Globe Life Park to meet Sean.  

As soon as we saw the stadium the kids were already in awe of it.  They couldn't wait to park and go inside.  Sean was so awesome, he called the staff to open up parking right at the front for our family.  We got out and started walking up to the stadium.  Camden was excited but then suddenly got a worried look on his face.  He gazed up at me with an apprehensive look and said, "Mom, that place is really high.  That means we have to go up lots of stairs doesn't it?"  Before I could respond he dropped his head down and sadly told me, "I can't do that."  Ugh, that really crushed my heart.  Sometimes I forget and just don't think.  What does it feel like to see things we take for granted without disabilities as just another big obstacle?  So I promised him that we'd either carry him or find an elevator, to not worry and enjoy it.

I called Sean who told us to meet him in the gift shop.  He found us and told us we were going to all go up to his office.  I quietly asked him if we would have to take many stairs because Camden couldn't do them and he confirmed we did need to.  He lead us to the several flights of stairs that lead up towards his office that overlooks the field.  Sean then asked Camden if he could put him on his shoulders and take him up the stairs.  Camden didn't even hesitate to say yes.  He was so kind and really touched my heart.  Normally Camden doesn't like to show outsiders his weaknesses or let them help, but it was amazing how he instantly liked Sean and let him carry the load.  We got up to his office and the kids were such a joy to watch as they looked out over his office at the view of the field.  They couldn't believe they were at a real baseball park!  Sean handed Camden an Elvis Andrus duffle bag filled with some bobble head players and other goodies.  He sat and talked to us for a bit and really took the time to get to know our family.  

Next Sean took ahold of Camden's hand and led us to a ramp that took us back down to the field.  As we walked through the stadium he told Camden and the boys all about the team, field and events that take place in order to make a Rangers game happen.  Camden was on cloud nine.  I don't think the look of awe ever left his sweet little face.  He ate it all up and hung on to every word Sean said to him.
I enjoyed just hanging back a bit, taking pics and letting him enjoy it all.  Finally, the time had come to enter the field and go watch batting practice!  Sean had arranged for Camden to be allowed on the field to watch the Rangers warm up at 4pm.
The "Oooos" and "Ahhhs" from all the kids were priceless!!!  I felt like I was standing back watching a real life move unfold of a dream come true for Camden playing before my very eyes.  My heart was so full.  Without a second thought, Sean took hold of Camden's hand again and led him down the stairs out onto the field.
Being on the field with all the players was truly a magical experience even for myself.  I have always loved watching baseball and going to games.  I grew up loving Nolan Ryan, Jeff Bagwell, Craig Biggio, "Pudge" Rodriquez and many more of the goldie oldies who are now retired.  I can only imagine what was going on in my son's mind being right there watching the team bat and warm up.  Before we knew it the staff had Adrian Beltre come over to meet Camden.  He was simply in awe...  Definitely the sweetest thing ever to see.  They presented him with a cased autographed Beltre baseball, a red Rangers hat, which he immediately replaced with the current one he had on, a foam finger and a wall sign for his room....more awesome goodies!  He was especially proud of his autographed baseball.  With each new player that came to meet him, he would shake their hand, talk to them and get a picture but wouldn't let anyone else autograph his ball.  He said he already had the best name on there, haha.  A few that really stuck out to me he met were Kevin Kouzmanoff who is number 6.  He had Camden laughing showing him how cool he was because his age was on the back of his jersey!!! :)  Then we got a treat getting to meet former player "Pudge" Rodriquez!  Another player who especially made Camden's day was the Ranger's catcher, JP Arencibia.  He met Cam, then took his picture with him and left.  A few minutes later he reappeared and presented him with the batting gloves off his hands that he had been batting with and had written his jersey number on there for him.  So awesome!  Camden put that on immediately and refused to remove it.  He was in heaven. 

Due to field regulations, no one under age 5 was allowed to be on the field during batting practice.  So Matt and I switched off a few times to be with Camden while the other stood back behind the netting in the first row with the littles.  Ty and Jax were needless to say very upset they couldn't be out there in the action with their big bro.  So when Ty's favorite player, Elvis Andrus, came over to meet him, he quickly asked the staff for another baseball to get his signature on.  He got it signed, thanked him and then I took their photo.  All of a sudden he turned around, walked over to the net and passed the ball back to Ty.  "This is for you, Tylor!"  My heart turned to mush and tears quickly filled my eyes.  Man, that boy has the sweetest heart.  The ball boy grabbed Jax one of the balls the team used during batting practice too so he wouldn't be left out.  :)
After the players finished their warm up, Sean took Camden and our entire family to check out the Rangers dugout and take pics.  Then he escorted us through the stadium giving us a tour of operations and showing us how and where everything takes place.  It was really cool and very interesting to learn how much work is put into the games by so many.  Next he took us up to the Jack Daniels Club where they had a table waiting and ready for our family to provide us dinner at their all you can eat buffet.  He sat with us for a bit and visited before he had to return back to work before the game.  It was one of the coolest days spent with such a neat and caring guy.  We are so blessed and thankful for him and all he did to help Camden and make his dreams a reality.  Sean Decker, you are a ROCK STAR!!! 

Near the end of dinner our sweet boy looked up at us both and sweetly said, "Mom, Dad, thank you so much for bringing me here today and letting me go to a game and meet real players.  I love you."  Matt and I were both in tears.  This boy...he is our heart. <3

With full bellies and happy hearts, we took off to our awesome seats on the 10th row on the third base side of home plate.  We were ready to experience our first family Rangers Game!  We bought our must have huge blue foam fingers, a pink ranger puppy for our princess Sofia and drinks for the crew.  We sat back, put on our game faces and watched the Rangers PLAY BALL!!! :D  It was a blast!  We quickly got to know everyone around us.  They felt like old friends by the second inning and were so wonderful with our kids.  We cheered hard and wore our Cambo out.  By 10pm he started to lay his head in Daddy's lap so we decided it was time to get him to bed.   He was too tired to walk so I carried him out of the stadium.  I held him so tightly and prayed thanks to God for this day.  It was a good day. A day that will never be forgotten in his world nor in our hearts.  Thank you so much, Texas Rangers, Sean Decker, Roxanne, Amber and Brooke.  We love you all and the Rangers will forever be our favorite team!  Any team that supports Team Camden are heros in our hearts.  
For it's root, root, root for the home team, if they don't win it's a shame!  For it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the old ball game!!! <3