Dad, c. 88/89, Wrigley Field, Cubs v. Pirates

I took this photo at the height of my baseball fandom and my not-coincidental fascination with statistics.  I was either 10 or 11, and this was the first pro baseball game I’d ever attended.  I kept score for this game on the scoresheet in the program, the same way I did for about 1/3 of that season, via WGN in the living room.  When dad’s friends met us at the game, he had them quiz me on Cub players’ batting averages, ERAs, etc.  I think I did pretty well, and definitely felt pretty smart.  Dad really didn’t like getting his picture taken (one of the things he passed on to me, though which I’ve been trying to overcome), and this is one of the few photos I could find where he wasn’t making a ridiculous face, or just sort of scowling at the camera.  The cane was to help compensate for all those steps–dad really had trouble with steps (that right leg was a prosthetic).  The mitt: mine, obviously.

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