MiamiVice7
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Not so much a single memory, but for me it’s being raised a ‘Cane.
I live in AL now (I know, I know) but born and raised in Miami. Thanks to my dad, I was never going to be anything but a die hard ‘Cane. I have fond memories of him taking me to no blockie no blockie, then tailgating, then upper deck Orange Bowl with shirts off toasting in the sun. Hard to think of better times. **** that place was special.
My pops worked in sports radio, and he covered ‘Canes sports. I have the fondest memories of going to Miami baseball games, running around pre-game and meeting players, hanging out in the dugout before and after games, and running the bases while my dad interviewed the likes of Ron Fraser. My dad from time to time always set up meetings with players so they could encourage me on my own baseball journey, and they always seemed to have keen wisdom to pass along about the virtues of hard work, discipline, and excelling in school before sports…I have a pretty good idea where that was coming from. I knew it was awesome, but looking back I had no idea how lucky I was.
Playing wall ball at the field (I kind of remember a tile wall design somewhere, can’t be sure). My brothers and I playing around the big tree just outside the left field fence in the outfield.
Just great times. And I was around champions and legends, at that. None of whom could ever stand taller or be more of a hero to me than my dad.
I live in AL now (I know, I know) but born and raised in Miami. Thanks to my dad, I was never going to be anything but a die hard ‘Cane. I have fond memories of him taking me to no blockie no blockie, then tailgating, then upper deck Orange Bowl with shirts off toasting in the sun. Hard to think of better times. **** that place was special.
My pops worked in sports radio, and he covered ‘Canes sports. I have the fondest memories of going to Miami baseball games, running around pre-game and meeting players, hanging out in the dugout before and after games, and running the bases while my dad interviewed the likes of Ron Fraser. My dad from time to time always set up meetings with players so they could encourage me on my own baseball journey, and they always seemed to have keen wisdom to pass along about the virtues of hard work, discipline, and excelling in school before sports…I have a pretty good idea where that was coming from. I knew it was awesome, but looking back I had no idea how lucky I was.
Playing wall ball at the field (I kind of remember a tile wall design somewhere, can’t be sure). My brothers and I playing around the big tree just outside the left field fence in the outfield.
Just great times. And I was around champions and legends, at that. None of whom could ever stand taller or be more of a hero to me than my dad.