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The Crack Of The Bat, The Sound Of Baseballs Thumping Into Gloves, The Infield Chatter Are Like Birdsong To The Baseball Starved.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.

Basketball Is The Worst Sport. They Need To Raise The Basket At Least Two Feet.

I Lost My Wife Barbara To Cancer Few Years Ago. I Would Give Whatever Time I Have Left To Spend One More Day With Her.

At One Time I'd Been To Every Park Except Baltimore And Houston, But Can't Even Keep Track Of Who Plays Where These Days.