Mrs. Sothball and I – and even the junior Ms. Sothball (daughter) – will be flying to Chicago on Friday to see games at Wrigley, US Cellular Field, and Miller Park in Milwaukee.
The game we will attend Sunday is at Wrigley, on Father’s Day! That in turn got me thinking about my Dad and the Angels. Some day, I swear I will write a story – a true story – that captures the essence of his inherent crazy contradictions. But that’s not what this post is about. This is about 2 things;
1) Father’s Day.
2) How you became a fan of the Angels.
For me, the 2 are tightly intertwined. It was my Dad that got me interested in the Angels. How HE became a fan is a long story for later. What I can tell you is that some of my earliest memories are of attending ANGEL games at Dodger Stadium. I have very specific and vivid memories of watching the Angels as we sat in the left field pavilion at Dodger Stadium with my Dad, Mom, brothers, and sister. The names of Chance, Fregosi, Knoop, Pearson, Belinsky, “Daddy Wags”, Bilko, and Kluszewski and names etched into my childhood memory.
My Dad was an Angel fan for 2 reasons;
1) He loved - absolutely loved – the game of baseball.
2) He hated – passionately hated – Walter O’Malley and consequently the Dodgers (again, the reason for his hate is not the focus of this post). As a result, he became a crazed Angel fan by default when they came into existence in 1961.
So, comment away on…
1) How you became an Angel fan.
2) For Father’s Day (yes, a couple of days early) how much you love and/or appreciate your father.
3) If the 2 are linked (like me), so much the better.
4) Share as much of your story as you want!
If your Dad is still alive, consider your good fortune (unless he is/was some abusive jerk). My father died in 1990. I have a lot of respect for how hard he worked, for the values he taught me, and – most important of all – for the baseball team he cheered for!
Dad, thanks for all you did for me, and thank you for helping me become an Angel fan.
Now, it’s your turn!