39 years. My dad took me to the inaugural season and we saw a game together every year since then until he passed away. He watched the games on TV, with the sound off and the radio on, because he liked the radio coverage better. If we were away from TV and weren't at the park, he had a transistor radio with an ear piece. He knew who we had in the minors and how they were developing. He believed every spring and had his heart broken every summer. Still watched every all star game and world series because he loved baseball. He hit me grounders on his lunch break in his t-shirt and suit pants and ate a sandwich on his way back to the office. He missed seeing the Rangers win an AL Pennant by just a few years. I love you dad, all is well in the world tonight.