Most people assume I get my love of baseball from my Dad. That's only half true. Yes, it was my dad who taught me how to hit, throw and catch a baseball. And it was my father who played catch with me when I was little and bought me my first Yankees cap; but baseball was a family pastime when I was growing up and still is.
Every since I can remember the Yankees playing games, I can remember my mom cheering them on. She can recount memories of listening to games on the radio as a kid, just as my father can. It was my mom and dad who took me to my first game at Yankee stadium. She wasn't there because she had to be; she was there because she wanted to be.
As the Yankees of the 90's and 2000's came into the spotlight, she along with my Dad and I cheered on the likes of Jeter, Pettitte, Bernie, Tino, Posada, Mariano, etc. We would call each other after post season wins and losses starting each conversation with "Did you see that game?!" We still do to this day.
Last season when Andy Pettitte broke his shin bone on combacker, the first thing my Mom said to me that night when I called her after work was "Did you see what happened to Andy?"
My mom isn't a "fan girl" either. Her love of the Yankees and baseball is about
the game itself. She gets frustrated with bad plays, lack of hitting or bad pitching as well as a great win or steller pitching, just as any fan would. She truly loves the game and she has past that on to me.
So, on this mother's day I will thank my beautiful mother for one of the great gifts she has given me..the love of baseball and specifically the Yankees.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!
As usual, Go Yankees!
