This piece first appeared in the Springfield Daily Citizen on Friday, July 7, 2023. An excerpt is below.
Ah, summer baseball. Lots of memories, one in particular from 52 years ago.
My four younger brothers and I grew up in a baseball household. We played other sports, but baseball was our Dad’s favorite sport and we followed his lead. Baseball remains our favorite.
We all started playing organized baseball around age nine. There were only nine years between my youngest brother and me, so there were a lot of games during the summer, peaking at about 135 in 1971 when all five of us were playing. That translated into lots of driving miles, lots of quick showers before the hot water ran out, lots of uniforms to wash, lots of midnight hotdogs after late games, and lots of cold Pepsi in glass bottles, our beverage of choice.
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Ah, summer baseball. Lots of memories, one in particular from 52 years ago.
My four younger brothers and I grew up in a baseball household. We played other sports, but baseball was our Dad’s favorite sport and we followed his lead. Baseball remains our favorite.
We all started playing organized baseball around age nine. There were only nine years between my youngest brother and me, so there were a lot of games during the summer, peaking at about 135 in 1971 when all five of us were playing. That translated into lots of driving miles, lots of quick showers before the hot water ran out, lots of uniforms to wash, lots of midnight hotdogs after late games, and lots of cold Pepsi in glass bottles, our beverage of choice.
Continue reading at the Springfield Daily Citizen >>