Growing up in Queens I was active in PAL. My dad wasn't in law enforcement but had numerous detective friends that often came to our house to play cards and eat pizza. That was in the late '50s and early '60s. Our neighborhood, mostly Irish heritage, were baseball was king and Dads were tall NYPD cops. Us kids learned to be respectful of policemen...they were good people and had nice families. It's a shame respect for law and order and respect for others has turned sideways. My Dad used to tell me about the Irish cops that walked the beat where he lived as a kid in Brooklyn. Stupid kids stuff would be overlooked with a warning. Arrests, few, but if things went awry, the cop would bring you back to your home. Having a cop knock on your door with your kid in tow...that was shameful and changed one's attitude quickly, my Dad said with a smile. Respect makes a difference. Hang in there...nothing stays the same for long.
Enjoy the ball game tonight.