Baseball

I grew up watching baseball because it was my grandfather's game. He loved it, knew every subtle nuance about it. When I was a just a little recently arrived Cubanito, my grandfather started taking me to the Orioles spring training games. Needless to say I was hooked. There is nothing like being at a ballpark to watch your favorite team play. The anticipation, the gammut emotions. Even hot dogs and soda's seem to taste better at a ballpark

My parents however, were never very much into keeping up with sports. That is, until the '97 Marlins won the World Series. They've been die-hard fans ever since that wonderful miraculous season. Saturday, my youngest niece had a couple of extra tickets to the game and took them. It was the Mets-Marlins game and my parents first time ever in a stadium. Imagine that, both of them in their 70's and never having been to a big league game.

Even though the Mets went on to win, the parents had a great time. I think it was a beautiful gesture on my nieces part and I think, no, I know, my grandfather was watching that game, with his daughter in the stands with her husband of 50 years, and his great-granddaughter there next to them. How happy that must have made my grandfather. And I can imagine my mom sitting there at the park, with the glorious beauty of the basbeball field there in front of her, remembering her father and his undying love for the game. And I am sure they were all rooting for what would have been, if Abuelo were still with us, his team.

Posted by Val Prieto at September 29, 2003 08:42 AM

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