Baseball With Daddy

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While Don was away for basic training and Greg was about eight months old, I spent a lot of time back home. Daddy liked watching Major League Baseball and the Atlanta Braves in particular. I would put Greg on a pallet in front of the television where it looked like he was watching the game. 

I know he wasn't really watching baseball but Daddy got a kick out of it anyway.


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  1. Shabby chic SandyJune 17, 2012 at 7:40 AM

    A sweet fathers day story. :) Have a great day!

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  2. TexWisGirlJune 17, 2012 at 9:12 AM

    sweet. your dad looks like a kind man. :)

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  3. MichaeleJune 17, 2012 at 10:01 AM

    Wonderful memory. Great shot of your dad also. Such a warm smile to go with a warm heart I am sure.

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  4. lil red henJune 17, 2012 at 2:30 PM

    Very nice to have such good memories to relive.

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  5. amy @ Life in Pink Hi-TopsJune 18, 2012 at 8:57 PM

    We just watched the Braves loose ANOTHER game. :( My mom used to put me on a pallet in front of the TV and I'd watch football with my dad. I think that's why I love sports so much--especially football.

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  6. Latane BartonJune 22, 2012 at 7:04 AM

    What a sweet memory for all of you. Isn't it fun to look back on just the simpliest thing and realize that even if you didn't know it at the time, you were making a wonderful memory.

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  7. KerinJune 22, 2012 at 2:21 PM

    It's wonderful that you have such warm and loving memories of your dad!!

    Have a wonderful weekend :)

    Smiles :)
    Kerin

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  8. RoseJune 23, 2012 at 1:31 PM

    At least you have good memories!

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  9. A Colorful WorldJune 27, 2012 at 5:44 PM

    So cute. Oh, Rita...I appreciate your prayers so much. I am doing really well. I'm sorry I haven't checked out your new blog, but I will. Have a wonderful week!

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