Yesterday I watched a show on the 25th anniversary of the baseball movie, FIELD OF DREAMS. While it's about baseball, the movie also tells the story of a son's relationship with his late father.
When I was a boy, Dad and I would go into the backyard summer nights, and he would toss pitches I'd try to hit with my plastic bat. I think that's a big part of my love of baseball. I really don't know what it's like to be on a football field or a basketball court, but, thanks to Dad, I have seen balls coming at me that I've tried to get better at hitting over the course of a long summer season.
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