The Silent Glove: A Father’s Wish For His Son to Reconnect With Baseball
Posted in Blacks in Baseball, Blogroll, Gaston Tillery, Jim Rice, Racism, Reggie Jackson, Rod Carew, The Yankees on July 16th, 2008 by Michael Tillery
Dedicated to Gaston…
Called you Jigga way before Hov ‘96 stepped on the scene
First word football, named after Gaston Green
When you were not yet born, I was only 18
Point guard lean, quarterback gleam
Athletic skills mean, leader of the team
Father’s love, pushed aside, diminished and shoved
Maintain your focus Gaston, if you need, look above
Do you smell the leather? Son grab that glove!
Yes, of course the baseball dream is in me
My dream is mine son, not for you to blindly be
For this moment is your life, from ‘93 to Infinity…
On Wednesdays in the summer of 2003, my son and I would cross the street to the local high school and play “Fifty.”