An incredible article and tribute to your father. Baseball at its finest can tug my heartstrings in a way no other sport can, and I'd bet a good part of that is how easy it is to have a catch with whoever led you to the love of the game. Any time, any place. Just a couple of gloves and a ball, throw in a piece of lumber and you can play the entire game in your own backyard.
After Kody Clemens' ultimate grand slam (not a huge fan of that name, since we're nitpicking phrases in these comments) I sent a text to my dad "I used to have this dream as a kid! Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, losing by 3 and down to your last strike, walkoff."
He sent back "That was my dream too. Still is" and I replied "You've got time"
Tonight, my reply reads differently. I am so much more grateful that he and I do still have time. I'm going to ask my dad to have a catch the next time I see him.