I miss Pedro. I wouldn't have given him the four years, but I miss him. All the stuff that people hated him for, I loved him for.
In 2003, I think it was, or early 2004, I was standing for the national anthem at the park and during the brief silence after..." O'er the laaaaand of the freeeee....."
One lone male voice shouted, "YEAH PEDRO!!!!"
And the home of the brave.
I was talking to old Dad this afternoon about a few things and again he brought up how he'd occasionally walk to McCoy when he lived in CF. He said he used to sneak in a couple of baloney sandwiches and that NO ONE was there. So you could sit wherever.
Old Dad's not a New Englander and was a Dodgers fan, which I love about him.
I haven't posted because I've been working a wicked lot. Oh yeah, my phone got shut off.
