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Posted By: DaveL
I remember playing catch with my dad. He had an Earl Torgeson first base mitt. I have a George Brett .390 model Rawlings glove. My father loved Joe DiMaggio, his dad, who was an immigrant, watched Babe Ruth and Wally Schang. I have a T207 card of Arlie Latham, who played in the old American Association in the 1880's. I watch C.C.Sabathia pitch to Kaz Matsui. And I will play catch with my grandchildren, who may just see the twenty-second century. The Cards, the Game, Fathers, Sons. America. What else do you need to know? |
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Posted By: MVSNYC
best post in awhile... |
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Posted By: joe
Nice post, anyone who can remember playig catch with their Dad. Or playing ball in the field outside their house. |
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Posted By: sagard
Thanks for the reminder of how much I got. My seven year old at the hockey game asked me to play some catch tomorrow if it is nice. |
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Posted By: H Murphy
It`s all about, listening to a DAY world series game over your elementary school intercom speaker. It`s all about, the "invisible man on second". It`s all about, "automatic grand slam" during wiffel ball in the back yard. It`s all about, cards in your spokes. But mostly it`s about forgetting life`s daily tribulations and being able to enjoy a game now just as you did all those years ago. GO SOX and thanx Dad! |
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Posted By: peter chao
It's going to a Giant's game with your dad and sitting far up in the bleachers with your dad on a freezing Candlestick night. It's about buying your first hotdog at the park. It's your dad buying you your first baseball glove. It's about opening your first wax pack with your friends. It's good clean American fun. |
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Posted By: Frank Wakefield
Great, Dave. |
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Posted By: Jason L
It's the feeling you get when... |
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Posted By: Paul S
I remember my father taking me to BIG 5 sporting goods in LA. He bought me a Rawling's Brooks Robinson Model XPG17 -- lefthander version believe it or not (I'm a southpaw) -- for $20, big bucks in those days. I used it to play catch with him as well as games with my friends. That glove later sat in a box for years. Then, when I began playing adult softball I took it out, and a friend told me I could send it to Rawlings, and for a small fee they relaced and reformed it and gave it a nice general tune-up. I'll bet they still do that. Now, on the rare occasion my son wants to play catch, that's what I use. |
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Posted By: Dave Snyder
.........My Dad teaching me how to pitch with a tennis ball becuase I was too small to reach home plate with a baseball at 5 years old. Taking me to my first Red Sox game and getting a banner where he wrote the final score in pen on the top: Red Sox 11, Angels 7. My Dad convincing my mom that I could still play a game at third base after having 4 teeth pulled a couple hours earlier. Taking me back to his hometown in Iowa and showing me the soda stand where he met Louis Aparicio as a kid when he came through town. And me getting him a throwback Stan Musial jersey for his birthday a couple years ago......It's nice to give back. |
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Posted By: Jerry Hrechka
My Dad taking me to see the Phillies play at Connie Mack Stadium. Ahhh that magical season of 1964 - When the Phillies blew the pennant. Gene Mauch, Jim Bunning, Chris Short, Johnny Callison, Richie Allen's rookie season. I'll never forget that year. |
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Posted By: Dave S
Indeed a great thread... |
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Posted By: Dan P.
Jerry-- |
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Posted By: Frank Wakefield
Dan, Jerry, I feel your pain. |
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Posted By: Jerry Hrechka
On Father's Day 1964 Jim Bunning pitched a perfect game.It was the first game of a double header at Shea Stadium. Rick Wise had the first start of his major league career in the second game. I remember the first few innings he pitched were perfect - I was watching on TV and both my father & I were going nuts. |
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Posted By: Al C.risafulli
This past Father's Day, I re-laced my dad's old baseball glove. Then, he came over for barbecue. I took him outside with my son, gave him his old glove, and the three of us played catch in the backyard. We played for hours. It ranks up there among the best memories I've got. Grandfather, father, and son, throwing a ball around as the sun went down behind the trees. I don't remember ever feeling more content. |
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Posted By: peter chao
Frank, |
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Posted By: Frank Wakefield
Right you are, Peter. |
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Posted By: Ed Ivey
My dad had no athletic ability. Could barely play catch. But he was a walking baseball encyclopedia with a huge box of T206s in his closet. |
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Posted By: boxingcardman
Wish I had a few of my own. My father was always working. He never owned a glove and I can't recall him ever playing ball with me. So I make damned sure that I play as much as I can with my daughter... |
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Posted By: Marty Ogelvie
I don't ever remember my dad playing catch with me. He never had the time. He was a workaholic. He left for work before I woke up and never made it home before dark, even in the summer. That didn't make him a bad father, he was just busting his hump to keep a roof over our heads. I can't knock him for that. I do remember him going to one of my little league games and after strkiing out 3 times I distinctly remember him yelling from the bleachers 'If you strikeout again, your walking home!' I think he was serious. I closed my eyes and blooped a double into right field. After I crossed the plate my dad met me at the dug out entrance sreaming 'atta boy, I knew you could do it'. That was probably the best feeling in the world. I will never forget that feeling. martyOgelvie nyyankeecards.com |
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Posted By: RC
For me, it was about getting up early on a Sunday morning and taking the drive down to Cincinnati. It was the only day Dad had off, he would take us for breakfast before the game, nothing fancy, maybe even in the old Greyhound station. Then we would be ready for when the gates opened, in those days much earlier than now, and check out BP and infield practice. |
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