Baseball has long served as moments between father and son. Whether its playing catch in the backyard, going to baseball games, or being your little league coach, it’s always been you and your pops. A sacred bond.
My father is the one that taught me the difference between a 4-seam fastball and a 2-seam, he kept preaching ” keep your eye on the ball” for my entire little league career. He took me to my first Yankee game, and drove me around for my travel league games.
So with my father recovering from surgery, and lying on his bed with tubes going in and out of his body. I flip to the Yankee game. Moments like these make you feel like the world has paused for a second, and you realize the essence of sports in our lives.
Father and sons, watching baseball. No words, no looks, no pain.
June 17th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I hope your pops recovers quickly, HTH. There's an unspoken bond between baseball and the relationship between father and son. Often at times, we take for granted that relationship until either it's too late or it's nearly taken away from us.
Makes me want to watch "Field of Dreams" this Father's Day weekend.
June 17th, 2009 at 4:34 pm
totally agree with http://ftp…hope your dad is better
June 17th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
I wish a speedy recovery to your father. Sounds like a great father and an influential figure in your life.
June 18th, 2009 at 4:02 am
agreed. ..all thoughts and prayers go to your pops. i hope he gets out of the hospital soon.