Baseball

I used to love baseball.  Dad would hit me grounders and fly balls in our front yard most evenings.  I played third base in the Babe Ruth League (ages 13 -15) in Ocala, Florida, and we won the State Championship but lost in the Regionals in Tennessee.  I planned to play baseball in high school, but I had surgery on my knee in the spring during my sophomore and junior years.  I used to listen to games of the Gainesville G-Men and sometimes even kept a detailed scorecard while I listened.

My favorite major league team was the Boston Red Socks.  I kept up with the other major league teams and knew most of the players.  I was glued to the radio during the World Series.

As I got older, I began to lose interest in baseball.  It lost its magic for me.  Maybe it was because of television?  The games seem to go on forever.

This year I didn’t watch the playoff games, but I did try to watch the World Series.  They were great games, but to me, they were so slow.  I would record them and, after watching an inning or two, I would fast forward until someone got on base and then I would watch the rest of the inning.  And I went to bed before the games were over.

That’s no way to watch baseball.

Seasoned Man

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