I’ve not been much of a sports fan for years and years but, like many, especially boys in the 1950s, grew up loving baseball. A huge part of it was the perpetual fantasy of hitting a homer, grabbing a long fly ball as it was headed over the fence or playing for the Detroit Tigers—whatever it was that stretched my young boy’s imagination into some point in the future.
This week I enjoyed watching the final season game of the Vermont Mountaineers, a summer college team, and especially watched watching the watchers, young and old, boys and girls. It was a perfect evening in small town America and the home team won!
Ah, memories of my dad and brothers harmonizing on “buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks” 🙂 Thanks for the memory reminder!