My Father was a fan of baseball. I love baseball because of him. I wanted to be a catcher because of him. The sound of baseball on the radio brings back memories of the dark backseat of a woody station wagon. The muffled crackle of baseball and the rhythmic lupdup of the wheels lulling me to sleep. Summer nights at the Sioux falls canary games, my Dads voice booming out to razz the ump.
Going to watch baseball today think of my day and yell at the umps!
love you Dad miss you very much!
GoTWINS!
Miss the Canary Games and Peanuts with Dad.
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