My father was living in Florida and up visiting me at my home in Ithaca, N.Y. My father was a cook and a boxer in the Navy when he served. We were watching my team the New York Mets play on t.v. And Frank Puli was behind the plate doing his thing punching out strikes with the style of a boxer. I always loved games which he was behind the plate because he always made me think of my father. So as we were watching the game together I turned to my dad and told him how watching Frank call a game reminded me of him. I asked him if he understood why and he replied he did. I even thought he had some resemblance to Frank Puli. As a child I would watch games with my father but I never understood it or really cared much for the game. He was a New York Yankee fan. In 1985 - 1986 I became a fan of baseball myself after getting hooked on the Amazing year of 1986 that no Mets fan will ever forget. I was sad to learn the Mr. Puli had passed away. I always wanted to write him to let him know I admired him. I even. Always wanted to get his autograph or write him somehow and see if he would write me back. I wish I had tried. I think umpires aren't appreciated enough. Especially the umpires like Mr. Puli who were not just calling the games but had personality and were fun to watch...even to listen to for some. My father passed away in 1993. At the time of his passing he lived in Stewart, Florida. Just across from Port St. Lucy were my Mets play spring training and is the home of their single A team. One last thing about my dad I should mention...My fathers name also was "Frank". Thank You Mr. Frank Puli. I always appreciated you. Even though this is being done late I just want the family to know I feel for their loss.