Dad would let us tag along
To weekend baseball card conventions
To search for Mickey Mantle signatures
Was always one of his intentions
And these were big events
I’m talking So Cal in the 90s
Before the phones people loved going out
Of course, no one needs reminding
We’d be surrounded by baseball all day
Gloves, bats, hats, and always lots of card dealers
Authenticators, buyers, and sellers
Tales of bat breakers, ball splitters, and base-stealers
Had so much fun, my brother and I
Watching Dad walk and talk to each booth
People loved the guy and showed him secret stuff
Like when we saw a racy photo of Babe Ruth
Much more than memorabilia
Of course, what I remember most
Is spending entire days in the presence of my Dad
He taught us the American Game
How to talk to people
To remember a name
I see now, they were some of the best weekends I’ve had