Legends On Deck

Re-Post: Why I Love This Game We Call Baseball

Photo by David Conde

Photo by David Conde

Re-Posted: September 18 – 10:30 pm

Some recent events in my life had me question why this site was even created, but a very good friend of mine that has walked back into my life reminded me tonight of this post that I wrote over a year ago and it just brought back to me what this amazing game truly means to me. Thank you John for helping me to fully appreciate Legends on Deck for a site where we can just write about the game we love.

Original Post: Jan 2, 2015

Back in February of 2011, I had a story published in the MLB Insider Magazine, where I shared my memory of a great night in 2009 at Citi Field with another huge Mets fan, my mother.

Below I share a portion of the story of that memorable night, and one of the main reasons why I love this game. Being at the ball park with my family and sharing the experience with my oldest son Christopher, was priceless.

In September 2009, my wife, son and I traveled from our home in Florida to visit family in Brooklyn, NY and when we arrived my stepfather surprised us with tickets to a Mets game.

Ever since I can remember, I have been a Mets fan. It started when I was given my first Mets hat at the age of two and then with my mother taking my sister and I to games at Shea Stadium. We went to the park when the Mets were really bad in the early 80’s, but it didn’t matter because we were all together.  Shea Stadium was our place of refuge, a place where we could build memories together.

When the Mets won the World Series in 1986, my mother made sure we were up bright and early so we could be at the ticker-tape parade. She always knew that baseball was important to our family and did whatever she could to involve a game at Shea or a Mets event when possible.

But, on this wonderful night in September 2009, it marked two milestones: the first game that I attended with my mom since the Mets lost a playoff game at Shea Stadium to the Dodgers in 1988 (the game when Mike Scioscia hit his famous home run off of Dwight Gooden), and also my first Mets game with my 3-year old son, Christopher. Additionally, it was also our first visit to the club’s beautiful new home, Citi Field.

One of the cool things about the game was when in the 7th inning stretch, the whole park sang “Take Me Out To The Ball Game”, and my son just stood there listening to the whole song. Once in the car he started to sing the song and it became his favorite for a while.

It was a great night of reminiscing, talking with my mom about our memories and making new ones with my son.

Baseball has always been a huge part of my life, from visiting Shea Stadium in the hot New York summers; to playing little league and eventually some high school baseball, and just being able to share the many great games with family. It just makes the game the greatest on this planet, well in my mind it is. But even now I get to coach my son with his little league team and continue a love for a game that has brought so much happiness to my life.

I thank my mother for introducing me to this wonderful game of baseball and I am grateful that I get to do something else I love and that is write about our National Pastime. Other then having my faith and spending time with my family, there is no greater joy then to be able to watch a ball game with my boys, eat a hot dog and start brand new memories.

(Content Photo Credit: Gabe Rodriguez/GGRPhotography)

David Conde
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