October 19, 1977. I am 9. Dad was a track star but I was quick…not fast. I wasn’t playing any sport as of yet, but Dad’s interest in boxing, college basketball and baseball…to a lesser extent gave the foundation you are reading today.
Fall Classic. Autumn. Visual breaths. TV drama. Crazy crowd.
The minute I sit down to watch, this cat with an obvious swag steps to the plate and bangs one out of the park on the first pitch to put his team up 4-3. Then he does it again on the first pitch…and again the same to put his team up 7-4. Counting the last game, 4 pitches, four homers. His team wins. Bedlam on the field. Bronx Zoo. He’s giving cats forearm shivers just to get off the field. I am in love. My eyes still wide visualizing the stadium 2 hours south in Chester, PA.
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