Re: Baseball
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 8:15 am
Full disclosure: I want every series in every sport to last all, in this case, 7 games, no matter who is playing.
I grew up a Yankees fan, but George Steinbrenner and Billy Martin cured me of that.
I only ever saw one game at Metropolitan Stadium in KC, the Athletics vs. the Yankees, August 26, 1961. I was so young I barely remember it, but we drove up from Wichita. There was lots of excitement because it was getting late in the season and Mickey Mantle was chasing Roger Maris to be the American League home run leader. Maris hit his 51st home run of the season that day, (I remember being disappointed because I was a huge Mickey Mantel fan.), on his way to breaking Babe Ruth's record with 61 homers that season.
I guess if I was only going to ever see one game at Metro, that wasn't a bad one to see. My dad bought me a blue Yankees batting helmet that I had and wore for years afterward. (Wish I still had it...)
One of my most vivid memories of the trip is driving thru KC on the way to the stadium. Of course, it was a hot summer evening, and there were hundreds of times more Black people than I had ever seen before hanging out on the front stoops of their "brownstones", for what seemed like miles, as we drove by. Of course, back then, Blacks knew their place, so I don't recall feeling intimidated, at all...
I grew up a Yankees fan, but George Steinbrenner and Billy Martin cured me of that.
I only ever saw one game at Metropolitan Stadium in KC, the Athletics vs. the Yankees, August 26, 1961. I was so young I barely remember it, but we drove up from Wichita. There was lots of excitement because it was getting late in the season and Mickey Mantle was chasing Roger Maris to be the American League home run leader. Maris hit his 51st home run of the season that day, (I remember being disappointed because I was a huge Mickey Mantel fan.), on his way to breaking Babe Ruth's record with 61 homers that season.
I guess if I was only going to ever see one game at Metro, that wasn't a bad one to see. My dad bought me a blue Yankees batting helmet that I had and wore for years afterward. (Wish I still had it...)
One of my most vivid memories of the trip is driving thru KC on the way to the stadium. Of course, it was a hot summer evening, and there were hundreds of times more Black people than I had ever seen before hanging out on the front stoops of their "brownstones", for what seemed like miles, as we drove by. Of course, back then, Blacks knew their place, so I don't recall feeling intimidated, at all...