Thank you for this lovely column about baseball and what it means to you. After all that life throws at us, I am glad that 9-yeear-old Ed is still there.
Wonderful column, Ed. The sage Tom Witosky, who was a reporting colleague of mine at the Des Moines Register, saw me worrying myself nearly to ulcers over job and family concerns, this time of year 4+ decades ago. Said Witosky: “Now when it’s really chewing you up, just go outdoors by yourself somewhere, take s little walk, then stop and scream out loud, ‘Who gives a shit It’s baseball season!’ “ It works.
Great column. I remember biking around Rock Valley and holding my transistor radio to my ear listening to my Minnesota Twins. Harmon Killebrew and the boys - great memories!
Gorgeously and meaningfully written, my friend. We’ve lived and loved the same lives for different significant others. Join me in jerseying up today since now you can!
As Roy Hobbs so sagely said, “God, I love baseball.”
I shared your column with a die hard O's fan, BTW. Today, I wore my White Sox hat throughout the day (tho, truth be told, I often wear it). Life does imitate the world series, or maybe the baseball writer Tom Boswell meant just that baseball is a mirror of life. Thank you Ed, for your contribution to this mysterious affection many of us have towards baseball...and our childhood teams.
Nice. Go Baltimore. I was 8 in 1960. My Dad was a Yankees fan so I rooted for the Pirates. After the Pirates won, Dad said I shouldn’t just root for the winner, but pick a team and stick with it. Go Pirates :-)
Thank you for this lovely column about baseball and what it means to you. After all that life throws at us, I am glad that 9-yeear-old Ed is still there.
Wonderful column, Ed. The sage Tom Witosky, who was a reporting colleague of mine at the Des Moines Register, saw me worrying myself nearly to ulcers over job and family concerns, this time of year 4+ decades ago. Said Witosky: “Now when it’s really chewing you up, just go outdoors by yourself somewhere, take s little walk, then stop and scream out loud, ‘Who gives a shit It’s baseball season!’ “ It works.
Great column. I remember biking around Rock Valley and holding my transistor radio to my ear listening to my Minnesota Twins. Harmon Killebrew and the boys - great memories!
Gorgeously and meaningfully written, my friend. We’ve lived and loved the same lives for different significant others. Join me in jerseying up today since now you can!
As Roy Hobbs so sagely said, “God, I love baseball.”
Great article Ed. I remember the St. Louis Browns and they had trouble winning also. My first favorite team was the Brooklyn Dodgers.
I shared your column with a die hard O's fan, BTW. Today, I wore my White Sox hat throughout the day (tho, truth be told, I often wear it). Life does imitate the world series, or maybe the baseball writer Tom Boswell meant just that baseball is a mirror of life. Thank you Ed, for your contribution to this mysterious affection many of us have towards baseball...and our childhood teams.
Nice. Go Baltimore. I was 8 in 1960. My Dad was a Yankees fan so I rooted for the Pirates. After the Pirates won, Dad said I shouldn’t just root for the winner, but pick a team and stick with it. Go Pirates :-)