I might be the luckiest guy in the world because everyday of the year,  I get to talk to my father about baseball.   Even on those Dead of Winter Days when absolutely nothing is going on, my father and I can find something to either discuss or argue about.   In my opinion, that is the real beauty of Baseball but it is also a bond that all baseball fans have.   I sincerely hope I'm not the only one who has it with his father.My father,  the die hard Yankee fan, has busted my  chops for the last  20 years about the Mets.   And as brutal as it has gotten, I wouldn't want it any other way.    By the way, don't think I haven't  given it to him back, because I have- in spades.    It is only fitting that he and I are opposite ends of Baseball.  And  honestly, it just wouldn't be exciting if we both rooted  for the same team-really, where is the fun in that?   It is ironic though that  my grandfather  was also a Mets fan so in  way, we have kept the family tradition alive.      My father wants my son to be a Yankee fan, I am still debating on that one but in a way I might have to relinquish, after all, wouldn't it only be right?   (just for the record, my son loves the Mets and also the Red Sox...why the Sox, I haven't  the  faintest  clue)    Let me tell you  a story.   Last year when the Yankees were playing the Angels I decided to give my father a call.   At the time the Yankees were winning something like 4-2 in the 7th or 8th inning.   Well, I called him up and told him that the Yankees "had the game in the bag"   My father laughed but at that very moment that I was talking, Vladimir Guerrero golfed a shot that put the Angels in the lead  that eventually lead the  them to win the game.   After the shot I hung up the phone laughing.   My wife was appalled, "you jinxed him" she told me " how can you do that?"   I sat down and actually felt that I had ruined the moment for my father.   I promptly called him back to apologize.  I'll never forget this.   He told me that if I ever apologized again for baseball that he would never talk to me again.    I had to call him up, he explained, that's what baseball is all about.   He actually told me that if I didn't  call him up that he would really  be angry with me.  Furthermore, he did add that if the shoe was on the other foot, that he would do the same thing  to me.  I  hung up the phone a wiser person.  On this Father's Day I will promptly call my Father and wish him a great day and thank him for everything he has done for me, and then  I will also try my best to jinx the hell out of the Yankees and in turn,  he'll do the same to me with the Mets.  It is only fitting.  So Happy Father's Day to all the Fathers out there and of course, let's go Mets!