Rant #3,559: Father and Son

I am still on a high with the Yankees going into the World Series, but I notice that there is always a sharp decline in Blog readership when I talk about sports 

I can't explain it, other than to say that I guess many of the Blog's readers are not sports fans.

Everyone has their thing, mine is baseball.

(Or at least one of mine ... I have plenty of "things.")

So today, bear me one more day of baseball talk ... but this entry really isn't about baseball--

It is about family, and the bonds that exist between parent and child.

I told you about the great memory I have from the only World Series game I ever attended, in 1999.

But I have another great memory from the 1996 World Series, and it all happened in my living room.

I was watching the sixth game of the series, between the Yankees and the Braves, struggling to stay up, as I had work the next day.

My son was a little more than a year old, and while he had started to eat solid food, he still took a bottle (this didn't go on thst much longer, as I recall.)

Anyway, as I was watching what became the final game of the series, my son started to cry, and I went to his room--half asleep myself--took him in my arms, and got him his bottle.

I fed him, and as the game was still going on, when he was done, I put him in the corner of the couch, sitting up, and we watched the game together.

I ended up putting him in my arms again, and as the Yankees won the game and the World Series, he was cradled in my arms.

He was wide awake--I was probably much more sleepy than he was at this point--and I celebrated the victory with him.

Within a half hour after the game, we were both asleep, but I will never forget that moment--it was maybe the first time I bonded with my son over baseball.

He obviously doesn't remember this incident, but it is something I will never forget.

Now, at age 29, he has only a passing interest in baseball, much preferring professional wrestling over the game I still love, but that is OK with me.

As I am preparing for the World Series, he was preparing for the WWE's Monday Night Raw telecast on Monday and WWE's NXT tonight.

At the very least, I passed on my love of sports to him, just like my father passed on that love to me.

It is just all fun, and we still bond over sports when we watch pro wrestling on TV together.

I like it, and my son likes it.

So as I will be in awe of Giancarlo Stanton, Aaron Judge and Juan Soto during the World Series, my son will be in awe of Roman Reigns, Randy Orton and Solo Sokoa.

Like I said, it is all just fun--

And the fun continues.