You taught me how to throw a baseball and bat left-handed even though I threw right. You never missed a game and always had feedback after practice. I will never forget beating you in golf for the first time at the Georgetown Country Club. I hit that small green on #9 and beat you by a stroke.
You were always up for going to a game and sometimes even a double header. On a trip to New York to see your family, we stopped in Cleveland and attended the MLB All Star Game. One Saturday, we went to a golf major in Toledo and then the Tigers game that night.