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mike harper's avatar

Your dad's era is/were my eras. Still alive and hobbling.

I was never interested in sports to the point of following a team or remembering stats.

I did sell pogey bait at the wooden baseball stadium near Fresno State's Ratcliffe stadium around sometime in 1944. What sticks in my memories of those games was how the audience would demonstrate irritation to a ump's call. Seat cushions and beer bottles would rain on to the field.

I also watched inter service boxing matches at Ratcliffe. We would sneak in and walk right down to ringside. A memory of that was of a one punch fight.

We have one tiny connection to the SF Giants because the son of one of the syndicate owners owns the next door cabin to ours at Donner Lake.

You are lucky to have those great memories of your dad. Not me. Mom and dad divorced in 1940.

My dad went off during the war to construction jobs around the world. My older brother went off to Europe in the 8th Air Force.

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Chris S's avatar

Wonderful article, thank you. My dad, a Cincinnati native and lifelong Reds fan, passed away in July, 3 months shy of his 97th birthday. He used to regale me with stories of the 1940 World Series champion Reds, including a few years ago, when he casually rattled off the starting rotation and their respective uniform numbers. During my teenage years in the 1970’s, we had a rather fraught and contentious relationship (largely my doing) and one of our few “safe” topics was the venerable Big Red Machine. I was extremely fortunate to have him for as long as I did, but like you, there are moments when I want to share something and am hit with the gut punch realization of no longer being able to. Thank you again

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