Tribute to Dad
This Sunday will be my first Father’s Day without my dad.
Throughout my childhood, playing and watching sports was the way I connected with my dad. Maybe that’s why all 50 times I’ve watched the last scene of Field of Dreams, I’ve cried when Kevin Costner says “Hey dad, want to have a catch?”
When I was six years old – this is 1963 — I asked my dad why we rooted for the Mets instead of the Yankees. The Mets were abysmal while the Yankees were a legend, and it seemed everyone else rooted for the “right” team. How could we be so wrong? My father’s answer: “Because, dear, we root for the underdogs.”
Look, there’s nothing wrong with rooting for winners… if the Mets ever became perennial winners, I’d be ecstatic. But there’s something special about […]