Peter Seidler Dia de los Muertos Altar
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Couldn’t sleep last night. Was up until 3:30. I wrote this, at best it explains my fandom, at worst it was cathartic:
My dad had four seats by first base at the Murph, he took us to Yuma for spring training. In ‘84 most of the team signed my ball, still have it. In a stroke of luck, Gwynn, Garvey, Bochy, and McReynolds all signed one panel. Our team was great and for a 9-year-old that ball was my prized possession, my “Sandlot Babe Ruth” ball.
That October, my dad took me to Game 4 of the ‘84 NLCS, Garvey was amazing (4-5, 5 RBI), his walk-off bomb vs Lee Smith was the exact moment I fell in love and was all-in as a Friar fan. Loudest place I’d ever been, I’d never felt part of something like that before. My dad bought the Martin Mann three image matted photo (he loved Garvey as they had classes together at Michigan State, my dad was part of the ‘68 wrestling team that won NCAA’s).
My dad and I had a rough relationship as I entered adulthood, my parents separated in ‘97, I graduated college in ‘98. I worked for my dad for two months, he had given me $500 as a gift for graduating but served me with a bill of $7,648 for expenses he paid over five years (a bargain if I’ve ever heard one), each paycheck he garnished a hefty percentage of my wages. (I was a full scholarship athlete but these were expenses: gas, insurance, whatever.) I quit and got another job making half as much but didn’t care, I didn’t want to be under his thumb. He resented who I worked for, a rival of sorts, he said he was a crook —years later the guy was jailed for being exactly that, he was right.
The summer of ‘98 was awesome, the team was so much fun. That fall the Pads went to the Series. I couldn’t go, I knew the lineup top to bottom, every pitcher, every sub, like all diehards do, but I didn’t have any money.
My dad didn’t go either, I think he was sad. My friends went, they didn’t know much about the team but the Murph was the place to be.
Years passed and in July of 2006, at 59, my dad was riddled with stage-four cancer. We sat together in a room at the San Diego Hospice that the Kroc Foundation funded (RIP RAK & Joan) — it was a beautiful place with vaulted ceilings overlooking Mission Valley, “Josh, can I tell you something?”
I looked up from the chair next to his bed, “Of course.”
He paused, like he was figuring out what to say, “I’m really sorry I didn’t take you to the World Series in ‘98.”
It was out of left field, we had never talked about it, even after months of treatment at MD Anderson in Houston and talking about our conflicts and issues.
I didn’t know what to say. He had only apologized to me two other times in my life. I wanted to cry but this wasn’t the time.
“Dad, it’s ok, those games sucked anyway.”
He laughed and nodded. We hugged and that was that, a cool moment. Later that month, on July 23, I was holding his hand when he took his last breath.
I don’t really know why I’m sharing all this here, but I can’t sleep in Chicago and I think I’m just processing and trying to explain fandom, maybe understand it for myself, or just trying to come to grips with why I’m so disappointed this year. Fandom is a process, it’s earned, sometimes it’s bequeathed from father to son, one generation to the next, other times it spreads like wildfire amongst friends. I feel like the latter is what has happened in San Diego. My dad is the reason I have seats by first base at Petco, just like he did, he’s the reason I take the kids to ST each year, he’s the reason I’m a fan.
The end result is what we’re after, although the journey and process is extremely fun and entertaining — dancing peacocks, fire-alarm pullers, and all.
Winning the last game of the MLB season is a gift given to only one team each year. I do believe, one year soon, it will be the Friars.
Thank you Seidler family for your continued investment in the team, and the players for laying it all on the line for our city.
Love you, dad. We’ll get one, we will have the parade.
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