For Father’s Day, our Phillies Nation writers are sharing stories about their dads. Here’s Michael Sadowski.
Like many Phillies-loving 15 year olds, my dad suffered through 1964.
In the late September losing streak that doomed that team, there was a Saturday afternoon game against the Milwaukee Braves where it looked like the Phillies could turn it around. My dad had done what he always did to get to Phillies games – he got my grandfather, not a baseball fan, to drive him there. As per the usual, my dad fulfilled his requirements by paying for my grandfather’s ticket, gas from and back to Wilkes-Barre, turnpike tolls and parking.