It was however, poster schedule giveaway day. How many ways can a kid misuse a rolled up poster? How many were confiscated by parents? New era, same old shenanigans. My favorites, that I could not officially approve of at the time, were the Frosty Malt lid flying saucers and folded program paper airplanes launched (with some impressive success) on previous promotion days by little and big boys of our acquaintance.
“My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass"; "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys" - Harmon Killebrew
Real grass.
Blue Skies.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops." - Bart Giametti
We have a new stadium, the season ahead of us, and hope in abundance. Play ball!
2 comments:
Darn it, that Giamatti quote always brings a tear to my eye.
TJW
Not much baseball in my recent years, but I remember fondly my Juday Elementary School days, when the curriculum made way for B&W TV viewing when the World Series was on. The best recesses were when the boys would let the girls join in the baseball games - probably only when there was a shortage of boys. Hmmm, there was that time that as a spectator I was hit square in the nose by a foul ball... now I have an old/new excuse for snoring!
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