[July 12, 2022] It is no accident that families share a common bond. Families have similar interests, wants, and needs. Since the most ancient of times, families have been and remain the center of every human’s existence. And that is why I was gone for a week; to be with my elderly parents. While there, we watched the 1952 baseball World Series.
From the time I was a toddler, I’m told, I was a New York Yankees fan. Maybe it was because my dad loved the game so much, or maybe it was the NYY players like Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Phil Rizzuto. We watched and laughed and told stories of the old days when we went camping, fishing, and hunting on adventures. Those indeed were the days.
The Yankees were playing the Brooklyn Dodgers for the ultimate victory. Two titan teams, the best of the best, were up against one another. Both from New York City (one from the Bronx, the other from Brooklyn). It was more than a game; it was for the bragging rights of where you came from and how you thought about baseball.
The series victor, it turns out, would not be determined until the final game 7. It was tied 3-3. The last game was at Ebbets Field (a stadium in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn). Later, the stadium would be torn down and rebuilt as apartments, a sad end to a great place to see some of the greatest games ever played.
With two out and the runners moving, Dodger’s Jackie Robinson popped-up to the right of the mound. Yankees’ Billy Martin charged hard from his position deep at second and caught the ball off his shoe tops to end the inning and save as many as three runs. The Yankees would win the final game 4-2. But, it was not the win that made the game for me so important; it was sitting with my dad and watching him watch the game. He knew all the players and loved the game.
In 1952, my dad was in his prime. He was a new telegrapher on the Missouri Pacific Railroad. He was a Boy Scout leader. I was a brand new baby, and my parents first. World War II had ended, and despite the Korean War heating up, it was a time of optimism in America, economic expansion, and spiritual growth. For my family, it was those good times. We reminisced about those good times. Always be with your family.
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