For as long as I can remember, my dad’s been watching baseball. He didn’t introduce me to the Mets (I came to love them all by myself), but he did introduce me to baseball. I remember showing him baseball cards and being amazed that he recognized the majority of the faces on those cards. (I was obviously easily impressed.) The tables have now turned, and he comes to me for stats and other information. There’s no one else I’d rather watch a game with than my dad. As a matter of fact, he’s the person I invited to the Mets’ home opener this year. I don’t have any particularly funny stories to share about our quiet afternoons and evenings spent watching the Mets or the Red Sox or any other team via Extra Innings – just a Happy Father’s Day wish for the most amazing man I know.
Ladies…
You got some good-lookin’ parents, girl. Hooo boy.
(That wasn’t too creepy, was it?)
Hee, not at all.
It was creepy when my eighth grade classmates would say it.
Sometimes the best “stories” are when there’s no story to tell- just a lifetime of shared baseball memories. That’s awesome, Metsy.
“It was creepy when my eighth grade classmates would say it.”
Quote of the day.
Great shirt.
Inviting him to opening day is one thing, inviting him to the pants party next friday…entirely different.
BigRicks: yeah, no. Dad DEFINITELY did not get invited to that!
I love the shirt and I as a guy thinks he looks great. What beer is he drinking?
MM: some Mexican beer. He was visiting friends in Queretaro, Mexico, when that pic was taken.
This is the first time I’ve commented here and I must say you give genuine, and quality information for bloggers! Great job.
p.s. You have an awesome template for your blog. Is it a free template or did you have it designed especially for you, I’d love to talk to your designer !?