He Bats Like A Lightning Rod.

Baseball Is The Most Perfect Of Games, Solid, True, Pure And Precious As Diamonds. If Only Life Were So Simple. Within The Baselines Anything Can Happen. Tides Can Reverse; Oceans Can Open. That's Why They Say, "the Game Is Never Over Until The Last Man Is Out." Colors Can Change, Lives Can Alter, Anything Is Possible In This Gentle, Flawless, Loving Game.

He Bats Like A Lightning Rod.

It Is Hard To Compare The Eras, But Joe Jackson And Ty Cobb From The Past, Sandy Koufax And Roger Clements From The Present.

1946, If My Memory Is Correct. Harry "the Cat" Brecheen Went Against The Red Sox In Game 7. I Stayed Home To Listen, Practically Had My Head Inside The Radio.

My Intuition Told Me That It Was The Grass That Was Important.now It Glows Parrot-green, Cool As Mint, Soft As Moss, Lying There Like A Cashmere Blanket.