As a Yankees fan, I can never be happy with a prediction of the Red Sox winning the World Series. But, what a welcome distraction from all the awful politics to read your column this morning. Good work.
Now you have gone and done it. My Mom instilled a love of baseball in her children. We are Atlanta Braves fans because I live in South Carolina. I will never forget seeing Hank Aaron play in August 1969. If a game was not televised my Mom listened on radio. My husband and I took her to a game in 1992 for her August birthday. The Astros won and she wanted to listen on radio the next day for the ride home and of course the Braves beat them big time like 16-2. I miss her so much. 😢❤️⚾️
This is a wonderful article that I shared with my adult children first thing this morning! Just one quibble. It’s been a little over five years since MLB declared that the Negro Leagues were major leagues and integrated their stats into the official major league stats. Therefore, the last major leaguer to hit .400 was not Ted Williams. It was Artie Wilson of the Birmingham Black Barons who hit .435 in 1948. This doesn’t affect the gist of your wonderful article, but it does bear mentioning.
Thank you so much for your beautiful article. I’m 77 years old and still can hear the Brooklyn Dodgers from the radio chiming with my fathers cheers. ❤️
Minor League baseball is the best sports value in America, plus in many places there are College Summer leagues. Some of the most enjoyable baseball I ever watched with my kids when they were growing up was in a county -wide men’s league filled with ex minor and major leaguers. It was a short walk down in our small town on perfect summer nights. And it was free. Still America’s pastime for all, if you want it to be.
One of the joys of my life is when our son was 5, I think, and we signed him up for tee-ball so I got to start coaching CYO for the next 8 or 9 years. (He is now inexplicably 6'3", married, owns a house, and works on stuff in space: go figure.) All the dads took a knee to show how it's done along this wide line on a big field, with our kids learning how to throw from a knee, so they use their whole bodies....
And I realized my Dad did this with my Grandfather, and on and on.
Boswell was right: time really does begin on opening day. Nice job.
As a Yankees fan, I can never be happy with a prediction of the Red Sox winning the World Series. But, what a welcome distraction from all the awful politics to read your column this morning. Good work.
Now you have gone and done it. My Mom instilled a love of baseball in her children. We are Atlanta Braves fans because I live in South Carolina. I will never forget seeing Hank Aaron play in August 1969. If a game was not televised my Mom listened on radio. My husband and I took her to a game in 1992 for her August birthday. The Astros won and she wanted to listen on radio the next day for the ride home and of course the Braves beat them big time like 16-2. I miss her so much. 😢❤️⚾️
This is a wonderful article that I shared with my adult children first thing this morning! Just one quibble. It’s been a little over five years since MLB declared that the Negro Leagues were major leagues and integrated their stats into the official major league stats. Therefore, the last major leaguer to hit .400 was not Ted Williams. It was Artie Wilson of the Birmingham Black Barons who hit .435 in 1948. This doesn’t affect the gist of your wonderful article, but it does bear mentioning.
Thanks again!
Thank you for speaking our truth. Baseball is a true American pastime.
Thank you so much for your beautiful article. I’m 77 years old and still can hear the Brooklyn Dodgers from the radio chiming with my fathers cheers. ❤️
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Baseball is no longer “America’s” pastime. It is “America’s pastime for the rich only”.
Minor League baseball is the best sports value in America, plus in many places there are College Summer leagues. Some of the most enjoyable baseball I ever watched with my kids when they were growing up was in a county -wide men’s league filled with ex minor and major leaguers. It was a short walk down in our small town on perfect summer nights. And it was free. Still America’s pastime for all, if you want it to be.
Properly-overwritten Opening Day essay.
One of the joys of my life is when our son was 5, I think, and we signed him up for tee-ball so I got to start coaching CYO for the next 8 or 9 years. (He is now inexplicably 6'3", married, owns a house, and works on stuff in space: go figure.) All the dads took a knee to show how it's done along this wide line on a big field, with our kids learning how to throw from a knee, so they use their whole bodies....
And I realized my Dad did this with my Grandfather, and on and on.
Boswell was right: time really does begin on opening day. Nice job.