Before the letters I wanted to include a text I got from Nollie this week.
Don't know if you've been watching NCAA basketball. The BYU/Jimmer hype and their loss made me think of Dad; how at this point he'd smile and quote the last few lines of the poem Casey at the Bat. There is no joy in Provo, mighty Jimmer has struck out.
I can hear and see Dad saying it in my mind's eye. Always ready with an apt quote and a smile, even for March Madness. He'd also be counting the days until spring training for his beloved Mariners.
When he was a kid, he'd sneak a transistor radio into school and listen with rapt attention to the games. Can't you just picture this kid in the same plaid shirt stealthily turned away so the teacher wouldn't see the cord up to his ear?
In September 1998, when these letters were written, he'd be hoping against hope the M's would make it to the pennant race and the World Series.
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