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March 28, 2002
Willie Mays, Baseball, Being A Son
Joseph's piece on Willie Mays having lunch with Bill Clinton brought back many memories. My dad always thought Mays was the greatest player ever, the epitome of a five-tools player. Since my father's passing in 1989, it is this time of year that I miss my him the most, when we would discuss (sometimes heatedly) the merits of our beloved Phillies, and spend hours together watching preseason games and debating roster moves.
A funny thing: a couple of years ago I was talking with my cousin. He remembered visiting us and spending the night, and my father passing him the sports page at breakfast. Not being a sports fan, he couldn't understand the honor being bestowed on him, especially with my brother and I protesting loudly for the privilege (like we did every Sunday). For some reason, his view of my family being "sports-crazed" (as he put it) always makes me smile.
