Sad. I know how he feels. I wrote the following a few years ago for another baseball site. It was later picked up and posted on several others, including a sports site at the University of Mississippi. ] The Old Fan by MFS62 He was born before this Century was a teenager, the son of a tailor. He lived in Harlem, New York City. And he was tough. He attended a high school with over 1,000 boys and never weighed more than 140 pounds, yet he played on the offensive line of the football team. He graduated from high school and went to work to support the family, but started going to college at night. After six years, he graduated with an accounting degree - right in the middle of the depression. He kept working, as an accountant in the Garment Industry. Sports were still his only respite from the six and seven day work week. He was a baseball fan, and rooted for the Giants and Yankees. He could remember when the fortunes of those teams were the exact opposite of the records we know. He remembered when the saying was "same old day, the Giants win and the Yankees lose." He saw them all, from Ruth to Ott to DiMaggio, to Mays and Mantle. He thought when Hank Greenberg had 100 RBI by the All-Star break and wasn't named to the team it was "discrimination." He knew enough about baseball to actually be able to understand Casey Stengel. He also saw the "other " baseball, where the names were Leonard, Paige, Gibson and Bell. He loved it all. He later taught his only son about sports. Taught him to throw a curveball; took him to baseball and football games at Yankee Stadium, the Polo Grounds and even Shea Stadium. But while he had the heart of an athlete and the mind of an accountant, he had the soul of a poet. He had always written poetry. Mostly to the Woman He Loved. But he found inspiration in all things, such as the first Robin of Spring, or a friend's birthday. When he retired, he started attending poetry societies and reading his works. He was named Best New Poet by the New York Poetry Forum. Imagine, "Rookie-of-the Year" at age 72! A few weeks ago, I asked him this question for the first time, "Who was better, Mantle or DiMaggio?" He answered that most of the youngsters seemed to like Mantle's power, but Joe D. was better all-around and definitely the most graceful player ever. He died last week - peacefully, in his sleep. He was my Father. I'll miss him.