In 1980, doctors diagnosed my poppa with cancer. Cancer had eclipsed everything else in his life, even baseball. But this much I immediately recognized: If he’d given up on baseball, he’d probably also given up on living. My poppa took me to my first baseball game, at Yankee Stadium, in 1960. When it came to baseball, my poppa became the father I wanted my dad to be.

Source: Daily Sun June 02, 2024 23:21 UTC