One of the (many) things I've come across during THE MOVE is my signed baseball from Cal Ripken, Jr. and Eddie Murray that my father caught for me at a Baltimore Orioles game when I was just a few months old.I had been worried that I had "misplaced" the baseball because I hadn't seen it in a number of years so you can imagine my relief when I did find it. Just last Sunday, I was over at Pep's and she looked up to see how much the signed baseball is worth. "About $300." "It's worth way more than that to me, Ma. Dad got it for me when I was just a baby."
The next day, I was on the phone with Mr. Carl Knoch himself and I told him "Dad, guess what! I found my Cal Ripken baseball! I was so relieved!" Expecting him to say "OH GOOD!" and immediately launch into his memory of catching that ball and getting it signed for his brand new baby girl. Instead, my father says to me, "You have a signed Cal Ripken ball?"
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The man has no recollection of that day. When I told him, "Here I was, all stressed out because I hadn't come across it in a few years and its one of my most sentimental items and you don't even remember getting it for me?!?"
He explained to me that he doesn't even remember what he ate for dinner the night before. I suppose as long as he doesn't forget that Tiny Dancer is our song, we'll be AOK.
Love you, Dad.
1 comment:
This is one of the sweetest posts I've ever read. Mostly because I have a similar situation with a Reggie Jackson baseball that my Dad got for me, when he met him at a convention.
One of life's greatest treasures, is finding some of your own greatest treasures.
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