Who are/were your parents favorite teams and players?

[Chuck9788]

My father grew up in Baltimore during the 1950's - 1970's. A diehard Orioles fan, his favorite players were Brooks Robinson and Boog Powell. We used to go to games at old Memorial Stadium. My mother grew up in New Jersey and loved Joe Namath, John Riggins and the New York Jets.

[D. Bergin]

Via my Dad (Mom never cared about any team other then my Little League/Babe Ruth League teams).

Yankees, Giants, Whalers, UCONN Huskies (basketball, football)

I inherited all those teams until the Whalers moved out of town.

My first Yankee game my father took me to was 1978 in the nosebleeds at Yankee Stadium. I was 7 years old. I remember it was a night game. I remember the Yankees lost. I remember Thurman Munson hit a foul ball backwards and completely out of the stadium, which for some reason I thought was some sort of super-human act, and I swore I would find that baseball in the grass somewhere after we left the stadium (spoiler alert - I did not).

I also remember it being some off-brand team they were playing (non-AL East Team), and some sort of big lumbering 1st Baseman/DH type hitting 2 homers against them, though I might have imagined it as I can't find any corroborating evidence of this no matter how hard I try.

Also...it might have been 1977 or 1979. Kids brains are still forming, and who knows what really happened that night, or when it actually occurred.

[JustinD]

Strangely, my dad talks more about Rocky Colovito more than anyone I have ever met.

[D. Bergin]

Originally Posted by JustinD

Strangely, my dad talks more about Rocky Colovito more than anyone I have ever met.

At least Colovito was a Star. My dad talks about the oddball guys waaaay more then the Superstars on all the teams he rooted for.

I swear every time we talk about the Yankees, he regales me with the same stories about Ryne Duren and his Coke Bottle glasses and his wildness.

With the guys he grew up with, he never talks about Maris, Mantle, Yogi and Whitey Ford.

It's Duren, Tommy Tresh, Joe Pepitone, Roy White, Tony Kubek, Bobby Murcer and Mel Stottlemyre, etc...

I think he figures, the superstars are obvious and boring to talk about.

[Snapolit1]

My dad’s guy was Duke Snyder. Only a few years ago I looked up Snyder’s numbers for the first time and was like “oh … shit …”. He still holds a number of Dodger offensive records.

[NiceDocter]

My Dad got his Masters at Columbia and watched his favorite fellow Marylander play at Yankee Stadium …. Charlie “King Kong” Keller. His nephew ( a 6 foot 5 guy with a Marine Flat top haircut) …. Jack Keller …. was my Drivers Ed teacher and our Varsity Baseball coach.

[fm6434347]

My stepdad love Joe Namath, John Riggins cause i wan still young when my dad passed away he has always be there with me I love him while mom favorite is Yankees, Giants, Whalers, UCONN Huskies (basketball, football)Grew up in new jerseys..

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[cubman1941]

My dad and my aunt were big Cubs people as we lived in northern Wisconsin. Therefore I grew up a Cubs guy. I remember listening to Cubs games with my dad (before TV) and him getting a little perturbed when our minister came over one day while we were listening to a game. This lasted until 1953 when the Braves moved to Milwaukee and both Dad and my aunt switched to the Braves. I stayed a Cub guy and took a lot of heat and ribbing while they were both still living.

[mr_luck07]

My mom is a casual sports watcher and my dad was partial to the Knicks NBA wise.

[icurnmedic]

Not living anywhere near a MLB team, we always watched TBS /Braves growing up. Not dirt floor poor, but certainly not an abundance financially, so that was more or less our family entertainment. Great times that wasn’t realized then.

Only went to Atlanta one time , over the 4th of July 1987. Did get to see Jack Clark hit a big fly.

Dads and thus my favorite was Dale Murphy.
Mom always liked Julio Franco.

[robw1959]

My mom was the diehard in the family, and had to endure so much disappointment, especially in 1967. She was a Boston Red Sox fan, and especially fond of Carl Yastrzemski. I still remember her shouting, "Come on, Yastrzemski; come on Yastrzemski!' every time he was up to bat. I, being only seven years old at the time, was naturally curious. So I asked her, "How come you keep calling that guy a stremski?"

[Balticfox]

Hah! My father was right-off-the-boat in 1948. The only thing(s) he knew about sports he picked up from me while i was watching a game on TV.

Several memories do stand out though. He of course quickly picked up on the fact that I liked the Chicago Blackhawks. I still remember him commenting in 1969-70 that he absolutely couldn't bear to look at Bobby Hull wearing that hairpiece/wig. The word "wig" in Lithuanian sounds particularly effeminate and thus risible.

He of course realized that I liked the Edmonton Eskimos and noticed that Canadian teams played only other Canadian teams while American teams played only other American teams. He wondered why they didn't let them all play together.

He also noticed that NASCAR races in 1974-76 almost always came down to Richard Petty's Dodge (for which I was cheering) and David Pearson's Mercury battling for first in the final turn.

Baseball though he didn't like at all because of the slow pace and the fellow just standing there waving his bat. But then one day circa 1982 he was astonished to notice that the pitcher seemed t. actually make the ball curve. "You bet they can!" I replied.