Happy Father's Day. Some of my most heartfelt memories growing up was going to a Twins game. My father died when I was six, so my older brother assumed the role of being my dad, friend, mentor, and sports authority. He played hockey and baseball for De Lasalle in Minneapolis during the 60's.
As I got older and had my own kids, my favorite hobby was working with my son in the backyard on his fielding and pitching. God, I loved to watch him play ball. He was pretty good, too. Made a couple of Tucson All-Star teams. One of his teammates in high school was J.J. Hardy. There's nothing like seeing a son gravitate to a sport you love.