My father does not know that there are baseball teams in Washington, Tampa, and Arizona, and when we met to watch the World Series together last year, I had to talk to him about who exactly is this man Albert Pujols.
Comment by Well-Beered Englishman — September 14, 2012 @ 11:26 am
My dad once wrote me a letter while I was away at camp. It was essentially a two page play-by-play of the previous day’s Cubs game, signed:
“…and then Sosa hit a ball to right field that looked pretty good, but he must have caught it off the end of the bat, because the right-fielder caught it and the Cubs lost.
We always have something to talk about.
Comment by SirDave — September 14, 2012 @ 11:53 am
Unfortunate choice of team aside, your father sounds like a wonderful role model.
Comment by olethros — September 14, 2012 @ 12:06 pm
I went on a basball roadtrip with my dad this summer. Toronto, Detroit, Lansing, Chicago, Milwaukee, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Buffalo. He listened to my explanations of advanced stats stoically and without comment. Towards the end of our trip, after a rather lengthy talk about the merits of FIP, he replied, his only opinion made throughout the entire 12 day trip, “I think more ballparks should have older stewards, like at Wrigley.”
Comment by Petetown Matt — September 15, 2012 @ 3:31 pm