It’s baseball (and memory) season!

I’ve been listening to Mariner baseball games on my way home from work lately. I’m not a huge baseball fan, but it’s bringing back a lot of memories.

When I was in junior high, my family moved to the Chicago area. My dad has always loved baseball, so I suppose it’s natural that I would like it, too. He followed the St. Louis Cardinals and Kansas City Royals but since I was an obnoxious teenager, I had to choose a different team.

I loved the Chicago Cubs. For a long time, I could have told you the name and position for every player on the 1971 and 1972 teams.  Nowadays, I remember names like Ernie Banks, Ron Santo, Don Kessinger, Fergie Jenkins and Joe Pepitone. What do you mean you don’t know who Joe Pepitone was? He played for the Cubs from 1971-73 and a few other teams before that. I don’t remember anything else about him, but I liked his name.

I think I only saw one or two games live at Wrigley Field. But I remember the sights, sounds and smells as if it were yesterday. There’s nothing quite like it.

And I remember spending summers with my grandparents in Holt, Missouri. My granddad, Cliff, would come home from a hard day of construction work, grab a tall glass of iced tea, then head for the shade in the yard in his overalls (no air conditioning) and listen to the game on his transistor radio. I don’t remember anything about the games, but I remember the times we would just sit together and wait for the weather to cool down a bit. He was a good man.

So when I listen to baseball games on the radio, I’m seeing, hearing and smelling something else entirely. Sigh…

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