I did not grow up in a baseball family. These days, however, if I’m at my folks’ house in Brooklyn and there’s a game on, they’re happy to watch. They’ve even taken to watching games on their own sometimes. So, my parents are learning. In the meantime, though, watching baseball with them can lead to an amusing moment or two.
Yesterday, Mom, Dad, and I were watching Mets/Phils. After Shane Victorino’s annoying home run, Mom asked:
"His name is Victor Reno?"
"Like Janet Reno’s brother?"
"Yes, Mom. Just like that."
Not too long afterwards, I saw who was stepping to the plate for what would be the final Mets at bat of the game.
I groaned. "Franco."
My dad replied: "Is he a pitcher?"
Okay, so not as fun as uproarious dugout dancing and antics, but I’ll take watching the game at my childhood home in Brooklyn with Mom and Dad to soften a pesky loss.
Love you, Mom and Dad!