The Boys of Spring are back and this Old Boy of Spring is
once again attracted to the diamond of my dreams, formed by four bases each 90
feet from the other. But in my mind’s
eye, I see the interior, 60’6” from home plate, the long expired vision of my
playing years, replete with fantasies of facing that last batter in my
perfectly pitched game, the World Series tied three games each, my Yankee
teammates urging me on. I’m behind in
the count, facing a right-handed slugger (I’m left-handed). My catcher calls for a fastball inside, but I
shrug him off, favoring my secret weapon, rarely thrown today, a screwball
which looks like it’ll be down the middle of the plate, breaking away from the
batter at the last second. Strike
three! Poof, there goes the dream, but
when I return to the Roger Dean Stadium to see the Class A+ ball there, it’s a
testimony to the one thing in my life that has essentially remained the same:
baseball.
I’m convinced though that minor league games are better
than going to any major league game. We have TV for the latter and IF you can
get tickets to a critical MLB game, be prepared to shell out $$$ for any decent
seat. Otherwise, you are in the
stratosphere watching a postage size game.
Much better on HD TV.
So, last night we went to our first “Silver Sluggers”night, a “deal” for us aging fans.
The way the New York Yankees are playing, perhaps they
could use him today? Make a trade!
Unfortunately, Roger Dean Stadium has now erected netting
in front of the seats where we normally like to sit, so photographs suffer,
although not the enjoyment of the game. Ah, baseball is back.