tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post2955909986409520065..comments2023-06-20T03:06:23.871-05:00Comments on Cardinal Diamond Diaries: In Honor of Father's DayAngela Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13132933906723358824noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-7573312995578937092010-06-21T19:03:53.585-05:002010-06-21T19:03:53.585-05:00Thanks, everyone, for all of your comments.
Susan...Thanks, everyone, for all of your comments.<br /><br />Susan, that's exactly how I learned to keep score too: when my dad was coaching my brother's Little League team. Those memories are definitely sweet.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16332004393349014372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-85515550851371879032010-06-21T10:10:33.015-05:002010-06-21T10:10:33.015-05:00Your post got me to thinking and I remembered that...Your post got me to thinking and I remembered that I was first introduced to baseball by my dad. He was managing my little brother's khoury league team (none for girls in those days) and taught me how to keep score for him. I can't look at a boxscore without thinking about my dad.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18162789157187399956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-69406951026130161872010-06-20T11:24:02.179-05:002010-06-20T11:24:02.179-05:00A fine piece of writing, indeed.
You know, I grew...A fine piece of writing, indeed.<br /><br />You know, I grew up in a family that didn't care for sports. My dad tried, occasionally he'd take time away from working on his tractor, or truck, or whatever, to play catch with me for a while. But I never could sit down and talk baseball to him. The limits of his baseball talk with me usually would be trumpeting whatever small and temporary victory the Cubs might have had over the Cardinals -- and that certainly didn't bring us closer together.<br /><br />So who did I have to talk baseball to? Well, it was a once-sided conversation, but it was Jack Buck and Mike Shannon, my virtual uncles, who brought me through the mid-1980s, night after night. And over a static-filled station from Geneseo.<br /><br />Whenever I hear a recording of Jack Buck, I'm taken right back to my bedroom, in the dark, listening to his accounts of Van Slyke, McGee, Herr and The Wizard.<br /><br />Decades from now, every mid-June, Cardinals fans are going to pass down the story of Jack Buck to a new generation. And those new fans are going to wonder what the fuss about Jack was all about. I'm very lucky to know, personally -- there was no fuss about Jack Buck. Just our favorite uncle, teeing up the action, and letting the players tell the story.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13986170634083230747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-22150120769847751172010-06-20T00:46:01.136-05:002010-06-20T00:46:01.136-05:00Jack Buck was the greatest. My favorite Budweiser ...Jack Buck was the greatest. My favorite Budweiser commercial was the one where Joe refers to his dad as his hero.Rogernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-87974332099207209742010-06-20T00:13:31.388-05:002010-06-20T00:13:31.388-05:00Good job, Chris. Lot of greast memories with Jack....Good job, Chris. Lot of greast memories with Jack. My favorite Budweiser commercial ever was the one where Joe mentions his dad as his hero.Rogernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2126425429597637260.post-62817395402067211522010-06-19T19:07:34.946-05:002010-06-19T19:07:34.946-05:00Well Said.
ATHWell Said.<br /><br />ATHathookshttp://www.cardsdiaspora.comnoreply@blogger.com