Sooze beat me to the punch. It is unfortunate that my job requires me to sleep all damn day, otherwise I'd have had this up earlier.
There's nobody more important to me in my life than my Dad. He bought me my first baseball mitt, bat, and set of cleats, and I was hell bent on becoming as good a second baseman as Jody Reed. That same summer, we attended my first Red Sox game. To this day I remember seeing the deep greens of the outfield contrasting against the infield dirt against the shocking shade of blue that you can only find in the skies over Boston. How huge Fenway seemed at the time. I remember being overwhelmed, but my Dad held my hand reassuringly, and we cheered the Olde Towne Team to victory over the Detroit Tigers.
He taught me the evils of the Yankees. Explained to me how I could use my shortness to my advantage in basketball. Told me why Bill Parcells was the greatest NFL coach in history. Taught me the meaning of RBIs and batting averages and why it is important to always practice your free throws. Watching the Red Sox on Friday nights on UPN in the spring, and Celtics games on The Sports Channel in the winter are some of the greatest memories I have as a little kid.
Oh yeah, he was the first person I dialed when the Sox FINALLY won the World Series:)
My Father has done far more for me than just inspire my love of sports. He is the first person I call on the best and worst day of my life. He's not only a parent I can look to for guidance and help when my life gets difficult, but he is also an amazing man and friend who always, ALWAYS has my best interest at heart.
So in closing. Thanks, Dad. I love you.
3 comments:
Awww man. :)
That totally touched me.
You girls had some mighty fine men raising you, obviously.
Nice post Liz.
I got to sleep late and wake-up to pre-made pancakes & bacon plus a hand-made "The Top 10 Reasons We Love Our Dad" card, 4 of which reasons involve the Mets. The card goes in the box I have that holds all of the stuff I plan on looking at millions of times in years to come while I poignantly wonder where the time went.
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