My father followed the Brooklyn Dodgers with an absolute passion.
I learned the narrative art from those nightly sessions.
At first I’d blurt out, The Dodgers won!
or The Dodgers lost!
But that took away much of the drama from my retelling.
They would be close to winning, yet always seemed to lose at the last minute.
Later, my husband, Richard, and our kids became totally involved with the Red Sox.
We have had season tickets for more than 40 years.
When you’re young you care a lot about wins and losses.
Those are the times you have to truly absorb and be grateful for, because things change.
There will always be ups and downs, and life will take its toll.
With the spread of thecoronavirus, our community has been upended.
The start of the baseball season has been postponed, and life has been disrupted.
I will always be grateful for these curious loves of history and baseball.
My kids never had a chance to meet their grandfather.
My husband died just two years ago.
