Baseball Trip Catches Spirit of Dad’s Love
Guest blogger Steve Larson shares an essay that was originally published in the Detroit News on 04.02.06
It was the trip of a lifetime to celebrate a lifetime of memories. It was a trip down memory lane through Cooperstown, New York City and Boston to celebrate a lifetime of love for the game of baseball.
The seeds of that love were sowed within the embrace of Tiger Stadium. Some of the happiest days of my youth were spent there with my dad and brother. Who can forget the magical summer of ‘76 when the Bird was the word? Or the roar of ’84 when the Tigers won the World Series right before our eyes? I’ll never forget catching a foul ball during the third inning and the euphoria we all felt as the final out dropped into Larry Herndon’s glove.
Last spring, I called my brother, Eric, to pitch an idea for a trip I always wanted to do with him and Dad. The plan called for the three of us, all scattered across the country (Dad in Florida and Eric in Chicago), to spend a long weekend reconnecting, reflecting and celebrating our love for baseball. Dad and I had never been to Yankee Stadium or Fenway and I knew how special it would be to experience the “House that Ruth Built” and the “Green Monster” with my dad and brother.