Posted on: August 16, 2008 6:49 am

Sports appreciation day

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.

Posted on: February 28, 2008 9:09 am

What used to be Americas game.

Quote "And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come." Field of Dreams"

I still love baseball. Scandal has torn the game apart in recent years. Players egos and greed have turned many a fans stomach. To realize that a shortstop can make more than a cancer research scientist. Yet every spring I can't wait to see what promise my favorite team will bring to the table. Spring training games packed with fans in search of the now elusive autograph from their favorite player. With all that is wrong with the sport of baseball, it is however still an American pastime. Though football has taken over as far as popularity in this country, I still can't wait for opening day. This game is steeped in history. Everyone who is a sports fan can remember Willie Mays "The catch", Aarons 715, "The Giants Win the Pennant, Carlton Fisk, willing his home run ball into fair territory. It's odd, I remember these things, yet I can't seem to recall a single play from a Super Bowl prior to this year? The history of the game. The moments we will never forget. Our fathers taking us to our first big league game. You had never seen grass so green in your entire life! I still love this game. I hate to see it in the state its' in. I hate that it will probably never get better. Yet, every spring I can't wait for opening day. People say its' "boring". Your opinion. Your entitled. I still love this game. I remember imitating players as a kid. Doing the Willie Stargell bat waggle, looking to the heavens as I was about to heave a fastball like Fernando Valenzuela, crouching down in my stance like Pete Rose. Memories is will never forget. I still love this game. Memories of what was. I hope to have many more memories as I move into my latter years.

I still Love this game. 

Category: America's Cup
Tags: baseball
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