“Mom, will you come play baseball with me?” “Mom, will you come play soccer with us?” “Can we play basketball, Mom?” “I’ve got the racquets, mom. Let’s play!” (Neither of them have quite figured out how to pronounce “badminton”, but they sure do know how to hit a birdie.)
Obsessed. I’m not sure that word begins to cover Big’s love of sports. His first word was “ball” and there are very few moments in a day when you can find him without one on hand.