Seriously the best times of my life were my dad throwing me a baseball at the park while I stood in the box, and talking to him in the car ride before and after playing games.
He was so goddamned proud of me. He was there to celebrate when I did well and picked me up when I was down.
He never picked on me or yelled at me, which was quite contrary to other kids out on the field sometimes.
Dad's and playing catch and talking baseball, man I hope that never goes away.