My dad is not much on being sentimental but. He loves the St. Louis Cardinals, and I know that he loves the Cards because it connects him to his dad, and to his dad’s dad.
They lived in the boot heel of Missouri, and listened to the Cardinals game on the radio (they didn’t own a TV). I’ve pictured them – my dad, his older brother, their dad, and grandad – sitting on the front porch after supper, listening to the game, eyes getting heavy on long summer nights.
It appears that I’m a Cardinals fan, too, and for the same reason.