I’m 59 years old. I was born in 1960.
My father was in the Navy, joining when he was 17 so he could go join the fight near the start of WWII. He had been born in Chicago, but raised in New York. He loved sports, playing baseball and hockey as he grew up, and fighting a bit of Golden Gloves as a young sailor.
When I was a kid, he took me to sporting events.
We went to the Tidewater Tides baseball games — sometimes just the two of us, but more often with my mom and one or both of my older sisters along.