My oldest son,
Jadyn, has a ball and little bat and I just lob the ball up to him. He isn't
even two yet--he'll turn two on August 17--so he pretty much misses every time.
But he still likes it when I pitch it to him. My other son, Haven, was born in
March. I do diaper duty with him when I'm home. Jadyn knows I play baseball,
and anytime baseball is on the TV, he wants to sit with me and watch.
On his reputation
as a player
I am known mostly
as a home run hitter, and I am O.K. with that. Whatever anybody wants to see me
as is fine. There are other parts of my game, but I can't make people notice
those things. I can't do anything about it, so I can only play hard and hope
they notice the defense and some of the other things.
On the first home
run he ever hit
I was 10, in a
league where the coaches pitch. I hit it pretty far to rightfield, but I didn't
see it. It was the first time I'd played on a field with a fence, so as soon as
I hit it I was running hard. When I got to second, the shortstop said, "You
hit a homer." He high-fived me, and I got high fives all the way home.
I'm not much of a
cook. If I do cook, I like to put something on my Foreman grill. It's quick and
easy. I like it better when my wife cooks. She makes a great chicken
relationship with his dad, ex-major leaguer Cecil Fielder
We're not that
close. We are totally different. We both laugh a lot, but other than that we
are totally different. He is more laid-back. On the field, I am really more
intense. He could joke around on the field, but I am all serious.