In 1956 I was nine years old. My life was about baseball. One afternoon my father came home from work with three tickets for a New York Yankees game. I saw my boyhood hero Mickey Mantle hit two home runs that May evening in Cleveland, Ohio, against the Indians. One of the pitchers he tagged for a towering shot into the right field bleachers was the flame-throwing Hall of Famer Bob Feller.
My grandson plays on the 9th grade team for a Colorado high school with a terrific baseball program. Former L.A. Dodgers player Greg Brock was the head baseball coach here for years, and he left a grand legacy. The varsity field is groomed to perfection, every day. It looks like a major league ball diamond.
There are numerous state championship banners flying in the wind. Before and during the games, this song, along with many other traditional songs you’d expect to hear at a big league game, is played over the P.A. system.
You can’t beat a good baseball game for All-American entertainment.