Football may have become the post popular sport in the US thanks to the NFL's agressive marketing, but what better sport to bring families together than baseball? My father's uncle introduced him to the joys and frustrations of being a Brooklyn Dodgers fan, and prior to the deserting us for Los Angeles after the 1957 season, my dad did the same for me. We both continued to follow the Dodgers on TV until 1962 when the Mets were born. We didn't care that they lost 120 games that season, it was our team, and my dad and I could sit in the stands on a sunny summer day in July and August in the Polo Grounds - formerly home of the enemy NY Giants - and watch The Mets (attempt to) play baseball. Years later, when I was married and had my own kids, I would continue this piece of family bonding. Thanks to 14 years of a season plan in the 1980's and 1990's (the final season was 2000), my son and my daughter and I spent quality time together through the good seasons and bad. Those games were spent in more than watching baseball. Yes, my son and I talked strategy (he was a catcher like I was), and my daughter learned how keep a scorecard, but much more happened during those times together. We formed a bond which still exists today, as I did with my dad. What a special night that was when my grandfather, my great-uncle, my father and I were together at Shea Stadium that night in September, 1969 when the black cat walked in front of Ron Santo and the Chicago Cubs dugout.
|Shea Goodbye - from our old seats|