I wasn’t raised to be an American Football fan. The sport in my house was baseball by a long shot.
My parents were Brooklyn Dodger fans. My mother could walk from her house to Ebbets Field in about twenty minutes. I was on the phone with my Mom this morning and told her, part of my love for the Boston Red Sox is because of my parents stories about Ebbets Field. (The tall outfield fence was in right field, instead of left field, as the Green Monster is in Fenway Park).
I had all sorts of stories handed down. I was less than a year old, when the Dodgers played their final game in Brooklyn, but my parents made their love of the team real for me.
The first game I went to was with my parents and my Dad‘s colleague (who I’ve mentioned in other posts, John McClarnon).
Ironically, the Pittsburgh Pirates are on now, and that’s who they lost to that day 3-0. I was too young to appreciate it completely, but I got to see the great Roberto Clemente play. Click on box score to see the results. Clemente homered in the game.
Baseball for me creates bonds. It teaches me to enjoy a certain rhythm. People have written about baseball being slow, more suited for the 19th Century. Being older, I enjoy the pace.
Baseball teaches people how to cope with failure. A .300 hitter is considered a good hitter. He is failing three times in ten. It teaches you to keep plugging away. Now that’s I’m a writer, it’s an important lesson in dedication.
Baseball feeds my sense of individualism. While part of a team, you have your individual performance and personality.
It is the sport I love.
Let me close with something the ladies will enjoy. While surfing the net for ideas for this post I found Stilettos and Sweats. Enjoy.
- Brooklyn Triumphant and Other October 4 Anniversaries (pacholekebnj.wordpress.com)
- The Anniversary of the Last Game at Ebbets Field (victorjara42.wordpress.com)
- Baseball remains the great equalizer (triblive.com)
- Road to the World Series: Oct. 6, 2013 (mlb.mlb.com)