So, it’s another Father’s Day without my father. I wrote an entire book about my Pop, his love of sports and baseball and what it’s meant to my life. So, believe me, I don’t have much more to write other than what he might’ve thought about how I turned out, how my life turned out in regard to his love of sports and what he might think of the last two nights of baseball at Camden Yards. The Orioles of 2008 getting some sort of sick, twisted 29-year old revenge against the ugly Pittsburgh Pirates that only a kid who was 10 years old in 1979 could appreciate. My Pop would’ve been digging the games over the last 48 hours, no doubt! The only thing that could’ve made last night’s win with guys named Markakis, Salazar and Hernandez more sweet would’ve been if the Pirates were wearing those yellow pajamas that they wore at Memorial Stadium during that magical week in my favorite summer of childhood. And, of course, if the stars last night were Benny Ayala, Kiko Garcia and Gary Roenicke. I told some of these stories of my youth on the air with Kevin Eck, one of my
