June 29, 2008 | National Review Online
Keeping Score: My Favorite Day in a Long Time
Tomorrow will be 36 years since my dad died (at 38). Even though I’m now 11 years older than he was when he died, I still miss him every day. One of the great joys we shared was baseball. He taught me to love the game, and he taught me how to keep score when I was 8. My son Edward, a growing baseball nut at age 5 (near 6), is much more precocious. He’s been pleading with me to teach him how to keep score. We did it today. (Oliver Perez & our Mets made it very easy with a tidy 4-hitter against the Yanks.) What joy!
There’s nothing like fathers and sons and baseball.