Stories of the famous and not-so-famous men and women from the days when baseball was "Arkansas' Game." Always free and always short enough to finish in one cup of coffee.
Ghost runners were a necessity. But you really hit the memory button on the smell of the glove. And for me, the taste - I always had a habit of chewing those loose laces while playing right field. I can taste it now.
In college, I decided I would try a chaw of chewing tobacco when we played a pick-up game. Now, that I can taste! I was sick for hours and my roommate fished it out of the trash and put it under my bed. I thought I was tasting it in my sleep. No more chewing tobacco!
Enjoyed your memories. Conjured up one for me. I delivered the 'Nashville News' when I was around 15. The paper had around ten paper boys. In the summer, pals would show up before the paper was ready. We would cross Main St. to an empty lot for a game of baseball, with a quirk or two involved. We didn't have a ball nor a bat. Necessity being a strong 'mother', we used news-print wrapped tightly and taped as a ball and the chain guard off my bike for a bat. We didn't find any fault in them. Men from the office of the GN&A Railroad watched us play. They presented us with a genuine ball and bat. Heaven at last!
I remember finding a (rather old) bottle of Neets Foot Oil in my grandparents' garage. I knew what that was for! I can still smell it. Wish I still had that bottle. Or that glove, for that matter. On a sadder note, the Hogs' loss was doubly painful for this Jayhawk, as you may imagine.
Yep, all losses this time of year are tough. Maybe we should have expected it, but I held out hope in the face of the obvious. We didn't have anything left!
I think leather tastes a LOT better than that.
Ghost runners were a necessity. But you really hit the memory button on the smell of the glove. And for me, the taste - I always had a habit of chewing those loose laces while playing right field. I can taste it now.
In college, I decided I would try a chaw of chewing tobacco when we played a pick-up game. Now, that I can taste! I was sick for hours and my roommate fished it out of the trash and put it under my bed. I thought I was tasting it in my sleep. No more chewing tobacco!
Enjoyed your memories. Conjured up one for me. I delivered the 'Nashville News' when I was around 15. The paper had around ten paper boys. In the summer, pals would show up before the paper was ready. We would cross Main St. to an empty lot for a game of baseball, with a quirk or two involved. We didn't have a ball nor a bat. Necessity being a strong 'mother', we used news-print wrapped tightly and taped as a ball and the chain guard off my bike for a bat. We didn't find any fault in them. Men from the office of the GN&A Railroad watched us play. They presented us with a genuine ball and bat. Heaven at last!
Wow! I love it, but I doubt I would be very good at "swingin the ole chain guard!"
I remember finding a (rather old) bottle of Neets Foot Oil in my grandparents' garage. I knew what that was for! I can still smell it. Wish I still had that bottle. Or that glove, for that matter. On a sadder note, the Hogs' loss was doubly painful for this Jayhawk, as you may imagine.
Yep, all losses this time of year are tough. Maybe we should have expected it, but I held out hope in the face of the obvious. We didn't have anything left!