The man who developed my love of sports in general and baseball in particular. The man who always told me to give my all. My biggest fan and the confidence boost when I needed one. Has passed away.
He was always there when I needed him. Wether it was giving advice or saying one of his crazy often humorous sayings. I'll give you one of my favorites. "If is a big word. If a frog had wings he wouldn't bump his ass as he jumped from rock to rock."
About 4 months ago we found out that he had a tumor on his brain. It was too late to operate and the doctors told us he had 6 months to live. Unfortunately it grew quicker than we anticipated. We made of the most of the time we had though. My mom brought him from Houston to fort worth one weekend to see me play in the local Sunday league. I consider it the biggest game I've ever pitched, I knew it'd be the last time he saw me play. I pitched an emotional 7 innings, giving up 1 and faning 6, the game finished after 7 with us on top 12-1. He proclaimed it the best pitching he's seen in years. That was how he was. He always lifted you up and made you feel like you could fly.
The last time I saw him was when I made the trek to Houston to take him to what would end up being his final Astros game. Mike fiers pitched a great game and the Astros won. We had a great time and I'll be forever grateful that I had the chance to be with him at his final time of watching the game he loved.
This Sunday I will take the field in honor of that great man, wearing a patch with his initials and he'll have the best seat in the house looking down watching his eldest grandson pitch. And I know he'll smile if I do well, and comfort me if I don't.
Rest in peace old man. I'll try my best to live as you lived. I'll do what I can to make you proud.
I love you, DAK.
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