As I shared with my Facebook friends today Uncle Dave was an avid sports fan and in particular the New York teams. (Giants and Yankees) I'm also an avid (sometimes too avid) sports fan but my alligence lies with the Cowboys. We would jibe each other over the years over our teams fortunes or misfortunes. One early memory that I have in this department is when I was in little league and my big uncle came by to see a minute of my game. Now as I think about it I was 9 or 10 and he was all of 19 or 20. It was my turn at bat and he was positioned behind the backstop to get a good view. I was all excited and was going to show him my stuff. The first pitch comes in and I take a mighty swing. Strike One! No problem, I've got this. Next pitch even mightier swing and ... Strike Two. I'm still smiling and thinking this next one is outta here. The pitcher toes the rubber, winds up and hurls one right in the dirt. Strike Three! Yer out. I think I came out of my shoes with that swing. I sheepishly walk past him to the sideline and he says" You didn't have to swing at all of them. You could have probably gotten on with a walk". My baseball career didn't last long but fast forward to today and I have gotten into a much more sedate game called...Hockey! Now Uncle Dave never saw me play hockey at least not until last night. Last night I scored three goals and assisted on another. It was my first scoring night like that in ten years of hockey. In fact I hadn't scored more than two goals in the last two years. The first goal I scored I attributed to my birthday but as the goals piled up I realized that Uncle Dave was smiling down on me from Heaven and giving me a little assist himself. I like to think he's playing catch with my brother right now. I'll miss you Uncle Dave. RIP