August 14th, 2007

Dead Dog Cat

memories of Dad

My father loved watching sports of all kinds.

When we lived in Wisconsin, he would take me, or sometimes me and my sister the artist, to various sports events. Later, when we moved to the LA area, the frequency of the trips to the ball games increased markedly. I watched the Milwaukee Braves, the Chicago Cubs, the Dodgers and the Mets in baseball; the Blackhawks in hockey (though, at the time, whenever things happened on the ice, I couldn't see it, because I was too small, and when the crowd leaped to their feet, I couldn't see over them.); the Lakers, the Globetrotters and the Bruins in basketball; the Bruins, the Rams and the Raiders in football.

This was where I spent the most time with my father; between my schooling and his working, there was typically not much additional time for interaction. Still, he was obviously enjoying himself a great deal, and his enthusiasm was infectious.

Over the years, I haven't had the time to really pay that much attention to sports; those interests faded away before we moved back to the LA area. However, I still went to the occasional game with Dad, pretty much every year.

Mom's trying to decide what to do with her season tickets to the UCLA football and basketball teams; had there been a pro football team still in LA, she'd have that to deal with, as well.