My dad turned 80 this week and the landmark occasion opened up reflection on my part. I’m 49 so by no means am I a spring chicken, but the baseball memories I have of moments with my father remain crisp and clear.I am a New York Yankees fan because of him. Growing up in Binghamton I was able to watch their games on WPIX, and it was a rare day when my dad wouldn’t have the TV tuned to that channel so that we could watch them play. Whether they were good or bad – and until George took over the team they were mostly bad – we seldom missed watching them from the comfort of our living room.I can remember the days of Horace Clarke, Celerino Sanchez, Ron Blomberg, and Mel Stottlemyre because of it. I also remember Reggie’s three home runs in game six, Freddie Patek crying on the Royals bench,...

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