
My baptism into baseball was like many other kids - my dad took me to a game when I was 9 years old. It was Yankee Stadium, but it really doesn’t matter where – The first time for everyone is a revelation. The magic of the crowd, the color of the uniforms, the crack of the bat, the cathedral like park...”Baseball marks the time”. Kids keep souvenirs for a lifetime, and then pass them on to their children. As I grew up, my passion for the game blossomed. I really believe the 50's, 60's, and 70's were the golden age of baseball. Mickey, Willy, and the Duke wasn’t just a song. And then there was Hammering Hank, Stan the Man, The Killer Killabrew, and so many more. Lets not forget Bob Gibson, Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale, and Juan Marichal, just to name a few. It seems like a simpler time, and it probably was. And the great radio announcers of the day added to the romance of the sport with their pictures of words.
As I got older, I played baseball through high school and have coached, from little league to teenage travel teams to high school. Teaching, coaching, and mentoring young ballplayers has always been rewarding and exciting for me. In addition, I also formed a Nationally Ranked fast pitch Softball Team for adults that won numerous local leagues and National championships. I have written many articles about baseball and the many events and special moments that have affected all of our lives. Some have been printed in area newspapers and some have been blogged just for my friends. I feel they say a lot and hopefully I can continue do that 'til I can't any longer.