Today is opening day here in Miami for our World Champion Florida Marlins. There is a sellout crowd of over 55,000 attending. Thousands of little kids are skipping school, tons of folks are calling in sick or taking vacation days to watch their favorite team start a new season. There will be many old folks, grandfathers, hand in hand with their grandkids at the stadium today, inevitably passing on the tradition that is baseball.
Last October, when the Marlins upset the baseball world by beating the almighty Yankees for the pennant, I posted a story I wrote back in 1997, when the Marlins won their first World Series. It’s about my grandfather and me and his unrelenting devotion to the game. That old man used his favorite sport to teach me about life. Baseball was his blackboard and wisdom was his chalk.
So today, while I listen to the game on the radio from the office, not only will I be proud to be a World Champion Marlins fan, but I will have my grandfather and his words with me, and I’ll feel like a kid again. I know he’ll be watching what would have been his favorite team take to the diamond. Gracias Primo, for passing on the love for life and the love for the game.
UPDATE: I just got a call from my nephew Brandon saying that he’s got an extra ticket to today’s game. Says he wants to start learning about that life and baseball stuff. So look for us, we’ll be in the stands. I’ll be the one with the blackboard.