(48 Weeks)
A love of baseball was something my father instilled in me. He was patient in explaining the play-by-play and it was an easy game for me to understand. He waited to take me to my first MLB game until I was nine probably because he knew by then it would be more enjoyable for both of us. It was 1974 and the Yankees were playing at Shea Stadium because Yankee Stadium was being renovated. He taught me to keep score so I would pay attention.
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