Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Foam bricks and Tommy Lasorda
I always envied my friends who had a great relationship with their grandfathers. I remember one of my buddies, every Saturday his grandpa called him to talk about the Notre Dame football game. I was jealous of those conversations; not because of anything to do with Notre Dame, but because it seemed like a moment they both treasured.
You see, I am one of the unfortunate people to have not known their grandfathers. On my dad’s side, his father passed long before I was born. On my mother’s side, my grandfather passed away when I was an infant. It’s nice to know that he did know of me and held me at some point. I can’t remember the situation, but I do remember my aunt saying to my mom once about me, “Dad really would have liked him.” I thought that was an amazing compliment, although it also made me feel like I really missed out knowing him.
So while I didn’t officially know my mom’s father, I’ve always felt like I had a little bit of a connection to him. I own a few articles of his, including his Army tags, which I treasure.
I also have a few pieces of memorabilia. The first is a foam “TV brick”, which he used to throw at the TV when the Yankees won. While I’m told he wasn’t a Yankees fan, I’m not sure who he followed. However, my mom told me she thinks he was secretly a Yankees fan and it was all for show, as rarely did he miss a Yankees game on TV. Granted, in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s he didn’t have much of a choice of teams to watch, but still, I'd like to think he secretly rooted for them deep down, and this was just his schtick.