I wish the kids of today could have grown up when I did. There were no computers or video games to sit in front of all day. As kids we looked forward to weekends when we would grab our bats and gloves and meet all our friends at the ball field, which we walked about two miles to get to. We didn't have to worry about getting rides from our parents. We usually didn't have enough people to play a game, so games had to be made up. We would play games like Home Run Derby, 500, or if we had enough players, a real game. We did this all day. We didn't have to be home till the street lights came on, so why not play all day. We would emulate our favorite players of the era. Squatting at the plate like Pete Rose. Pitching with the reverse pivot off the mound like Luis Tiant. It was fun. Then when all the play was done, maybe we could get the Cincinnati Reds on one of the four local television stations. That is if we weren't too tired to actually get up and change the station. If it wasn't on tv, then the radio would come on, and I would listen till I fell asleep, rarely making it to the end of the game. Fortunately, there was a newspaper in the driveway the next morning. On the front page the Reds score would be posted at the top right of the page. I knew that if I saw that smiling face basball icon at the top of the paper, the news was good. The Reds had won! After eating a bowl of some sort of super sugar coated cereal, it was off to Scott's house down the street to see what time we were going to play that day.
Playing sports gave me a greater admiration for sports. The worst thing a kid could experience in my era was a rainy weekend. Of course then we would just have to think of something else to do. That was usually a game of some sort that we made up and usually played under the awning of my friends back porch.
A diiferent time, a different way. A different era of sports fan.