As we close in on Father's Day this June, many fathers and sons will be enjoying the day by taking in the grand ole' game of baseball.
A Sunday afternoon of fun in the sun. The smell of hot dogs, popcorn, and roasted peanuts fill the air. A soda or beer to quench your thirst—all while hoping that your day will be made complete with your favorite team winning in dramatic fashion.
As a child, I lost my mother at the age of eight, so my father had to teach me many things on his own.
The one thing that he taught me and which bonded us together was baseball.
I can remember being as young as four or five and him pitching to me in our backyard. As we grew older together, always by each other's side, he coached me on every team that I played on till I was 13.
All through this time my father kept the game fun, but stressed a will to succeed and win. As I grew older and further apart from him, as all children do, we always had baseball.
I continued to play through college and up till the age of 24, when injuries took a toll on my body. Up to tha...
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