Please allow me this brief reprieve from writing about the Guardians farm system to tell you a story about bonding over baseball with my late father, John.
This is a great story, Justin. Thanks for sharing.
My dad and I didn’t have a close relationship, it wasn’t bad, it’s just we didn’t talk much. But we always talked about the Tribe.
I’m slightly older than you, but my favorite memories with my dad was listening to Herb Score on the radio. My oldest brother takes up that mantle and continues to listen to games. It’s also the only thing WE talk about either. Family love is a strange thing. 😄
Finally, thanks for mentioning the mental health challenges. As someone with acute depression, it can be tough to manage around October when the Guardians are on the cusp of potentially winning it all. Seriously, the more we talk about it collectively the more we can help each other.
My dad passed away almost eight years now, and I wish I could share a long summer ride listening to a game along the way.
I lost my dad ten years ago. His biggest joy was going to Nic’s baseball games. I think you were blessed to share a love of baseball with your father. Hold on to the comfort of those memories.
Justin, this was really moving. Thank you for writing it. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.
We have a lot of similarities in our stories. I am very fortunate my Dad is still with us. On Thanksgiving Day of 2016, he suffered a massive heart attack. As we were waiting for an update on his status, I mostly just sat in shock as I attempted to process the situation. The first tears I shed came as I thought about how 5 months earlier, he and I traveled up to Cleveland for Game 6 of the NBA Finals, and got to take in Game 7 at the Watch Party at the Q, on Father’s Day. (We also went back to Cleveland for G6 and G7 of the World Series, but we don’t have to talk about that.)
The father/son sports bond is unquantifiably powerful. My initial tears were based in gratitude that I got to experience that ever-allusive championship with him, as I thought many times that it would never happen.
Looking through your photos and stories you shared, we definitely had so much in common on so many fronts. I’m so sorry for your loss.
This is a great story, Justin. Thanks for sharing.
My dad and I didn’t have a close relationship, it wasn’t bad, it’s just we didn’t talk much. But we always talked about the Tribe.
I’m slightly older than you, but my favorite memories with my dad was listening to Herb Score on the radio. My oldest brother takes up that mantle and continues to listen to games. It’s also the only thing WE talk about either. Family love is a strange thing. 😄
Finally, thanks for mentioning the mental health challenges. As someone with acute depression, it can be tough to manage around October when the Guardians are on the cusp of potentially winning it all. Seriously, the more we talk about it collectively the more we can help each other.
My dad passed away almost eight years now, and I wish I could share a long summer ride listening to a game along the way.
Congratulations on your upcoming wedding!
I’m glad I found this place!
Cheers.
I'm going to be thinking of you and your family tomorrow. I'm so sorry Justin. ❤️
I lost my dad ten years ago. His biggest joy was going to Nic’s baseball games. I think you were blessed to share a love of baseball with your father. Hold on to the comfort of those memories.
Justin, this was really moving. Thank you for writing it. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.
We have a lot of similarities in our stories. I am very fortunate my Dad is still with us. On Thanksgiving Day of 2016, he suffered a massive heart attack. As we were waiting for an update on his status, I mostly just sat in shock as I attempted to process the situation. The first tears I shed came as I thought about how 5 months earlier, he and I traveled up to Cleveland for Game 6 of the NBA Finals, and got to take in Game 7 at the Watch Party at the Q, on Father’s Day. (We also went back to Cleveland for G6 and G7 of the World Series, but we don’t have to talk about that.)
The father/son sports bond is unquantifiably powerful. My initial tears were based in gratitude that I got to experience that ever-allusive championship with him, as I thought many times that it would never happen.
Looking through your photos and stories you shared, we definitely had so much in common on so many fronts. I’m so sorry for your loss.