Happy Father’s Day, DadPosted: June 15, 2008
My father is the man who first instilled in me a love of sports. Growing up in the suburbs of New York in the 1950s, we followed the traditional New York teams — the Yankees, football Giants, Knicks and Rangers.
It was 50 years ago this summer that my Dad took me to my first baseball game at Yankee Stadium. I’ll never forget that day, that first glimpse of the green cathedral in the Bronx. The Yankees lost 7-1 to the White Sox, but my favorite player, Bill “Moose” Skowron, homered to account for the only Yankee run. I was hooked on sports. For life. The SportsLifer.
My father also took me to my first NFL game at Yankee Stadium, to Knicks and Rangers games at the old Madison Square Garden. We watched games on the old black and white Philco and listened to the Yankees and Giants on the radio. We played golf with my younger brother. We lived sports.
My Mom and Dad moved to Florida nearly 30 years ago, and they still live there. Dad roots for the Yankees, although he now follows the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and Lightning.
We talk all the time about the state of the Yankees, the modern player, the glory years. This morning, we spoke at length about Tiger Woods and the US Open.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thanks for showing me the way.