Back in high school, I used to do my homework in front of the TV, usually while watching the Yankees game with my dad. Starting in 1997 or so, whenever we started arguing over something or other -- I was 15, and not all that thrilled with the world -- I would stare wistfully at the TV and sigh, "I wish Joe Torre was my father."
"I wish he was, too," was his usual grouchy reply.
"Look at him, so calm and wise..." I was kidding, of course, but it never failed to get a rise out of my dad, and it became a running joke, repeated to this day.
But, of course, I wouldn't trade my dad for anyone.
For one thing, his bullpen management is WAY better than Torre's...
Happy Father's Day, pop.
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1 comment:
i've thought the same thing. he'd give you a gentle pat on the cheek with those leathery catcher hands, and you would just know everything would be ok.
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