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Fathers, sons and baseball

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In my book “Cubanos in Wisconsin“, I relate stories of baseball games and our father.  

It seems like we spent every Sunday going to church, running home to grab our hats, on a bus to the stadium, cheering for the players, eating too much food and then going home exhausted from such a wonderful day.    

We left Cuba and came to the US.    Our love for baseball got stronger every year.   We now went to games in Milwaukee, Minneapolis, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York and Texas.  

Baseball gave us an opportunity to bond with our dad.   He taught us to calculate batting averages and to appreciate a good pitching effort.    

Every Father’s Day, I think of my father and all of those games we watched over time.      

Check my baseball stories and memories of my father:


Written by scantojr

June 20, 2015 at 10:30 am

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