I’ve finally realized how I came by my love and appreciation of professional sports of all kinds. As a little girl, my first love was hoops and hockey, but these days, it’s most definitely baseball (OK, in the fall, of course it’ll be football!). I have lots of memories of going to see games or watching it on TV…seated next to my father…who patiently explained the games and the rules to me. What I thought was my own natural tendency for sports and athleticism as the chief source for my understanding and love for sports, was in fact seeded and nurtured by my dad. My father passed away a few years ago, and I miss him in ways that I never imagined possible, but he handed down to me a love that I share in common with my brother. My brother gets downright giddy when we talk baseball…and it’s like we’re little kids again…
Dad, Baseball and Love
July 7, 2009 by TC
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This is one of my favorite memories growing up as well. Each season, my dad would take me for our annual A’s baseball game! It is one of the things that I will always cherish.
My love of sports in general actually comes from my older brother. As a kid he always had me sitting on the couch with him watching Sports Center, the one love that I did get from my dad was the love for Soccer! That is my dad’s favorite sport and I will always remember when he took me to a World Cup Soccer match in 1994 at Stanford Stadium. I was 7 years old and it was Cameron vs. Brazil, out of binder paper I drew a flag of Cameron and that’s who I was rooting for!
Thanks dad!
My father started my passion for sports- having three girls he desperately wanted one of us to share his love of sports. I will never forget our first (and last) fishing trip. After I tangled the fishing line, lost my pole, and almost tipped the boat over I finally caught my first fish. He was so proud, however after reeling in the fish I thought it was so ugly I jumped out of the boat. My father had to make a difficult choice that day – me or the fish…Fortunately my father has a great deal of patience and we moved on to the next sport.
Thanks dad!
Julie, my dad also had two girls, and desperately wanted to try for another so he could have a boy….needless to say THAT didn’t happen! So he settled for taking us to baseball games and fishing…at least me, because I shared his interest. On one fishing trip to the Teton’s he decided he was going to “teach me how to fish”, we had been fishing before, so I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but by the time we got back to the campsite and I had two fish in hand and he had none, my mom decided that I must have done the teaching that day! LOL!