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.