heh heh

To the owners and players of Major League Baseball
thank you, Mister Seamon.

My father's been saying the same thing (not in those words) for years. I never knew why he'd given up on his favorite childhood pastime until my brother told me recently that the last big strike (1994?) was the last straw. It makes me sad, as I've finally learned to love the game.
Dad showed me his baseball card collection last fall- the cards are mostly from the forties, and he's got a couple albums full. It's pretty great. I mean, they're not all valuble, but he still loves them, and it's really rare that I can see glimpses of my father as a kid. He's also got a nice baseball signed by a bunch of players.
I'd love to see a game with him. I don't think he even has a favorite team anymore.
As a family we weren't exactly sports-minded... maybe the occasional frisbee, some boccia- Chris and Dad occasionally took out the gloves and played catch, but I don't think I ever participated much with that. I'm sorry I didn't.
It's not too late. Some people at work are organizing a softball team...