Originally Posted by redsmetz
I don't want to see this get buried. I like this one. My wife and I do a poetry night a few times a year with some friends and I've thought about suggesting to the Reds that they do a baseball poetry night in the dead of winter in the 4192 Club to break the winter blues.
Regarding missing your "Poppa", I was walking down to work the other evening and the neighbor kids were tossing in the street and the ball got away heading my direction. I hustled up and grabbed it and threw it back to them. I'd just thought the week before, as the weather has been warming some, that I miss those times with my son. I called him at college and told him I'd just tossed a ball and he should come on down so we could play catch.
I really did miss him at that moment and I guess once school gets out, I'll play some catch in the front yard. Have to get the old arm in better shape though.
I think anyone who has lost a parent, or had a son or daughter move out and on with their lives, feels what I felt today, from to time, those keen sharp pangs of memories you treasure. The Reds, and baseball in general, as silly as it seems to some, are one of those memory "triggers" that can bring yesterday flooding back to me as if it were happening today.
I re-read some of my dad's posts and stuff in the archives, and I guess that's what started my blues. Good blues, though, like the best of it's musical namesake. I miss him so much. For those who are curious, I posted a couple pics of ORG in the photo gallery, today, as soon as a mod gets them approved. Okay, enough of this.