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Marty OgelvieI don't ever remember my dad playing catch with me. He never had the time. He was a workaholic. He left for work before I woke up and never made it home before dark, even in the summer. That didn't make him a bad father, he was just busting his hump to keep a roof over our heads. I can't knock him for that.
I do remember him going to one of my little league games and after strkiing out 3 times I distinctly remember him yelling from the bleachers 'If you strikeout again, your walking home!' I think he was serious. I closed my eyes and blooped a double into right field. After I crossed the plate my dad met me at the dug out entrance sreaming 'atta boy, I knew you could do it'. That was probably the best feeling in the world. I will never forget that feeling.
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