Indulge me on this one, please. This scorecard shown below is from a high school game my Junior year at Central High. That would make it the spring of 1971. It was an away game at Paducah Tilghman High. Dad surprised me with this card years later when he was cleaning out some personal files.
Here are some facts to keep in mind:
1) I didn’t even know he had traveled to this game.
2) I didn’t know he knew how to keep a scorecard. It isn’t a perfect scorecard, and you can see some symbols and abbreviations he got wrong but he did get the job done.
3) Dad was never really much of a baseball player in his youth, but was instead a solidly good tennis player. (I never beat him at tennis).
4) Dad was always supportive of Larry’s and my baseball exploits but more often than not, and true to his nature, he would quietly sneak out of work to watch from the back row or on top of the hill at Capaha.
This trip to Paducah by himself, without fanfare, was typical. Over the years, he was a witness to both triumphs and disappointments. My hero, and a rock through all of them…there I said it.
Little stories from the big adventure 