Baseball Blog: 001                                   By: Chris Rosenwasser

Baseball & The Relationship between Father & Son

When I was in the third grade and living on the East End of Long Island, I begged my father to take me to a Mets’ game at Shea Stadium – two hours away.

Too far, he said, but I didn’t give up, and he finally caved in. Thus began our journey through baseball.

Driving to Shea with our excitement building along every mile is one of the moments of my life that I like to remember, and when I do, I find myself sitting back and thinking how lucky I am to have a father who is also a friend.

So much of that friendship has been shaped through the bonds of baseball and those images litter my memory bank. Playing catch on the side of our house, practicing on the field until the sun went down. Grabbing a pizza to get home in time to watch the Mets’ game on TV.

My dad has a passion for sports, but a real love for baseball. He loved the Brooklyn Dodgers for his grandfather, the Yankees for himself, and the Mets for me. We’ve loved the Braves together.

At the core is our devotion to the game, which, for me, goes back to that day my dad, relented to my incessant pleas and drove me into Queens to see my childhood heroes. My heart leapt at the sight of the silhouettes of Mets’ greats etched on the side of that monstrous, orange and blue, house of baseball and my dad and I gave each other a high five. We’d done it. We’d begun our pilgrimage through baseball – the one we’re still enjoying 26 years later.

"Every day is a new opportunity. You can build on yesterday's success or put it's failures behind and start over again. Thats the way life is, with a new game every day, and thats the way baseball is."
~Said brilliantly by Bob Feller.