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By Jimmy

June 17, 2007 3:42 PM | Link to this

My father was/is a great dad. Though he never did get me involved in sports or got me to participate, i’m trying to make up for it w/ my two sons(3 and 1 year olds). Here is a tip for the new dads that I learned last year. NEVER take a 2 year old to a Braves game on a hot summer’s night. Though my wife enjoyed the game sitting by herself, I spent most of the game w/ my 2 year old Avery in the section in the upper deck where kids can play.

By catlady

June 17, 2007 5:21 PM | Link to this

My dad spent countless hours teaching me (his only child) to catch, bat, and throw. I loved baseball. (His dad had been a catcher in a minor league team in Illinois a la Field of Dreams). Finally, when I was about 8 or 9 he had to break it to me that girls were not allowed to play Little League Ball (this was about 1960). He also taught me to fish, box, and play golf—none of which I liked or did well—but I enjoyed being with my dad. He also recited poetry by my bedside at night and taught me how to change a tire and balance a checkbook. He was my hero, and I miss him every day. God bless daddies, and my dad, Richard, especially.

By Matt

June 17, 2007 5:58 PM | Link to this

I was eight when my dad took me, my mom and sister to Game 6 of the 1995 World Series, and it’s still one of the greatest days of my life. We’ve got the program and tickets framed, and the bedroom of my apartment still has a World Champs banner hanging in it.

By Gary

June 17, 2007 6:28 PM | Link to this

In 1975 I woke up with a stomach ache and noticed a light on in the living room. My dad was sitting in his recliner watching the NBA finals, featuring Golden State against (I think) the Washington Bullets. I sat next to my dad and watched Rick Barry drill a lot of 20-footers, scream at some refs, make some beautiful passes and shoot those weird underhand free throws. That is one of my favorite memories of time spent with my dad. Another was going to Georgia Southern’s first playoff game ever. Jackson State in brand new Paulson Stadium. It rained the entire time, but we had a blast and the Eagles won 27-0. My dad is gone now, but I will always cherish those and countless other memories.

By jackie

June 17, 2007 6:59 PM | Link to this

My dad was a goal judge for the atlanta flames. He worked at RAFB came home, picked up his kids and we drove two hours to the game and we usually got back home after midnight two or three days a week. It was such a thrill for us. Now that I’m a parent, I understand what an effort that was. He did it for us and we have countless memories from those games and those trips. Thanks dad.

By Tami

June 17, 2007 7:05 PM | Link to this

My dad LOVED baseball and my favorite memories are of him carrying me to the Braves games in the 60’s/early 70’s. He bought me my first glove and taught me to throw and bat so I could outplay all the boys in the neighborhood even though I could only play softball being a girl. I am thrilled he lived to see the Braves win their first (and so far only) World Series. I miss him dearly.

By Elizabeth

June 17, 2007 7:13 PM | Link to this

For as long as I can remember, my dad took me to Braves games. My older brothers never were interested, but I would go. He would dress me up in my cutest dress with pigtails and go stand outside the stadium with me (when I was 3, etc.) and people would give us tickets b/c of him being a dad with a cute girl. This was back when the Braves stunk in the late 70s - early 80s (and the stadium was half empty). Once when I was a bit older, a man gave us tickets that were right behind home plate. Dale Murphy went to bat and my dad yelled “hit a home run for Liz!” and he did and he waved at us when he rounded 3rd. Best day ever with my dad. When I was older, the Braves gave free tickets to kids who made straight A’s, etc. I once made a B and my dad was so mad…finally realized he was mad we didn’t get the free Braves tickets. He died before they won the World Series and I know he would be so excited with the team of the 90s and even now. Never go to a game without thinking of him.

By Matt

June 17, 2007 8:03 PM | Link to this

My dad and I have nothing in common..except sports, especially Braves baseball and Georgia football. He took us to about 3 or 4 games a year while I was growing up and at my first game Dale Murphy hit a homerun to beat the Mets! We celebrated when they won and cursed them when they lost and we still do to this day. He coached me growing up and into high school and threw with me almost every day. He is originally from southern California so he grew up a Dodger fan and recalls seeing Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale pitch, once against Juan Marichal of the Giants. He became a Braves fan when he moved to Florida and then to Atlanta. I’ve converted him into a Dawg as well, but our first sport will always be baseball.

By Matt

June 17, 2007 8:06 PM | Link to this

My dad and I have nothing in common..except sports, especially Braves baseball and Georgia football. He took us to about 3 or 4 games a year while I was growing up and at my first game Dale Murphy hit a homerun to beat the Mets! We celebrated when they won and cursed them when they lost and we still do to this day. He coached me growing up and into high school and threw with me almost every day. He is originally from southern California so he grew up a Dodger fan and recalls seeing Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale pitch, once against Juan Marichal of the Giants. He became a Braves fan when he moved to Florida and then to Atlanta. I’ve converted him into a Dawg as well, but our first sport will always be baseball.

By Matt

June 17, 2007 8:06 PM | Link to this

My dad and I have nothing in common..except sports, especially Braves baseball and Georgia football. He took us to about 3 or 4 games a year while I was growing up and at my first game Dale Murphy hit a homerun to beat the Mets! We celebrated when they won and cursed them when they lost and we still do to this day. He coached me growing up and into high school and threw with me almost every day. He is originally from southern California so he grew up a Dodger fan and recalls seeing Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale pitch, once against Juan Marichal of the Giants. He became a Braves fan when he moved to Florida and then to Atlanta. I’ve converted him into a Dawg as well, but our first sport will always be baseball.

By powell

June 18, 2007 8:34 AM | Link to this

Some of my best memories of the relationship my son and I had revolved around sports. From coaching his youth teams, attending UGA football, spring training trips, high school sports, etc,we developed a strong bond that still exists today. A memory I will always remember as I transported several young boys home from practice, one of the boys said “Dean, you are lucky. Your Dad is always at your games and practice. My dad has never seen me play”. At that point I knew my time with my son was special.

By John

June 18, 2007 1:59 PM | Link to this

My Dad’s name was Walter, but everyone just called him “Bud”.He was a bomber pilot in WWII and an Air Force Captain when he retired.His strict ways took me years to understand, and we became closer once I was married and had kids of my own.He didn’t live long enough to see them grow up, but they will always remember”Papa Bud” for the sweet and loving man he was. Thanks, Dad for all you did for me and all you did to mold me into a good man, husband and father…I love you!