July 2011
1 post
Thoughts on the baseball fan passing away in Texas
When I was a kid, baseball was my life.
Growing up in such a stringent religious environment, baseball was that escape for me even at a very young age. Anyone who loves baseball or went to games as a kid knows there is nothing more magical, and nothing you want more than to get a baseball from one of the players. It’s something I wanted more than just about anything.
On a night in old Yankee...
