Take me out to the ball game


Once more it is near time for America’s game to begin a new season. I don’t much care anymore about baseball but there was a time when I was as passionate as the next kid about the game and all the major league stars. It was 1955 and our school principal was also an avid fan, so much so that he allowed us to quit class and go to the auditorium and watch the game on a TV which he had placed near the front of the stage. The room wasn’t huge but I hope you can imagine a flickering black and white screen no bigger than a dinner tray and tiny speakers baring as loudly as possible. I hope you can also smell fresh popped popcorn; the principal borrowed a backup popcorn maker from the local movie theater and each of us received a small bag of the treat. The game was during the World Series between the New York Yankees and the Brooklyn Dodgers, one of several “subway” series they had back in the day. I don’t remember who won the game or on which home field it was played on, but I know we true fans were in ecstasy. A lot of the kids were there just to skip classes for the afternoon. Many of us did not have television sets at home and would linger watching the game until after all the school buses ran and we ended up walking home, some of them for many miles. It was worth the trek as we discussed the game amongst ourselves  on the way. It didn’t pay to stay until the very end of the game, however. If we did, we were recruited to clean up all the spilled popcorn from the seats and floor of the auditorium. Did I mention girls? No girls attended the game viewing; not one because they were not welcome. They were all allowed to gather in the gymnasium and discuss whatever it is that grade school girls talk about and they did have popcorn if they wanted it. It was a man’s world in that era and I can only imagine what would happen if something like that was attempted these enlightened days. I suppose the refrain lyrics for this video song are still played and sung at every major league game during the season.

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  1. I LOVED BASEBALL AS A KID, NOT VERY GOOD AT SPORTS BUT i LOVED HITTING THAT BALL, I WOULD HIT ROCKS WITH A STICK IF i DID NOT HAVE A BALL OR BAT , DAD FINALLY BOUGHT ME A BAT AND BALL AND GLOVE FOR MY 12TH BIRTHDAY, WE MOVED AND i TURNED 13 AND BOYS BEGAN TO OCCUPY MY MIND AND DID NOT PLAY BASE BALL VERY MUCH BUT LOVED IT ANYWAY !

    • I liked to play baseball, too, but I wasn’t very good. I don’t think I ever owned a baseball bat but I did have a first base glove because Gil Hodges was my favorite player.
      Thanks, Sandy

  2. Hard week and it’s late here. I don’t want to lose anything from your story. I will read it attentively tomorrow.
    xo

  3. Yes, I read it.
    Lovely memory, my friend. Oh, I imagine everything: the gymnasium, the boys and flickering white/black screen. And I smell fresh popcorn. You teach me America. Thanks for this story. 🙂
    xo

    • I’m glad you liked the baseball story. There is no way something like that could happen these days because lessons now come before baseball.
      Thanks, Jola. 🙂

  4. I still have all of my baseball gloves. I played for about ten years and mostly sucked. I did pitch my last year and was good at that. I could throw some heat. Struck out ten in the last game I ever played. Fast, wild and a natural curve ball.

    Love your story. A bit of Americana when we were a little innocent.


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