The Baltimore Orioles are synonymous with dads and baseball. You don’t have to look far to find a story involving both and the memories that come with it.
It’s not hard to find fathers and kids and their stories when it comes to the Baltimore Orioles organization. Case-in-point is the cover photo of this story. The Ripken’s are synonymous with the O’s, and their story is one of the best father sons stories in the Major Leagues.
Even modern-day Orioles like Austin Hays and parenting go hand-in-hand with each other, which makes every Father’s Day a fun one to watch on and off the field. However, this year for Father’s Day, we (the Birds Watcher Family) decided to relive a story or two involving our Dads and the game of baseball as a group.
When I was in 2nd grade, my dad took me out on Fathers Day weekend, and we first went to Anaheim for an Angels game, then we went to San Diego for a Padres game. I got 2 for the price of 1 for my first MLB games!!
Baltimore Orioles: Remembering Father’s Day from us to you
My favorite Father’s Day memories always included me, my dad, and my uncles(who are also fathers) all heading down to Pawtucket to watch the Red Sox Triple-A affiliate, and we always had such a great time with the atmosphere of the ballpark and watching the game unfold in front of our eyes, it always made me feel great, and I know we all had a fantastic time every year we did it.
It is practically impossible for me not to connect my dad and baseball. From growing up and having him teach and coach the game to me to going to every Baltimore Orioles game imaginable, it’s all there. Although this story doesn’t fall on Father’s Day, per se, it still holds a fond memory in my heart.
Through the tragic circumstances of 9/11, the O’s tickets that we had went from being Cal’s last home games to his last games ever played. Sitting there at that moment, enjoying it for myself, watching the Ironman retire, I can remember glancing at my father and seeing the joy on his face because he got to spend it with me. It was a meshing of both our childhoods merged into one.
Fathers and baseball are synonymous, whether on or off the field cannot be stated enough as I’m sure you, too, have stories of your own. What stories do you have? What stories come to mind when you think of your father and the day that unfolds before us?