Ivey wrote:
Remembering, what a joy. Last week I drove thru Huntsville AL. the place of my birth and young life. I drove by the park I lived next to and played ball from minor league up thru Babe Ruth league. Stopped to see how it's faired and did the remembering thing while I was there. It's been revitalized some but the concession stand, where we bought and traded baseball cards was still there and hadn't changed at all, wish I still had just a handful of those cards now. Before every game I'd buy a pack of cards the came with a big stick of gum and we'd go to the dugout and spit just like the major leagues guy we watched on TV. Standing there I remembered going up to that window and buying a snow cone, it seemed a lot higher then, guess I'm a little taller now. Those were good times even the bad hop black eye I got playing short stop makes me smile now. That ball left the stitch marks across my cheek but I did make the play before falling on my but. Or the time I was on the pitchers mound and a hail storm blew thru, it beat us down till we could hustle back into the dugout and I felt for the outfielders. I stood at home plate and rememberd my dad, who was an umpire, calling a third strike that I just knew was a ball. Remembered hitting my first homer there, when that ball cleared the fence I thought I was really grown up. Lots of wins and losses in that park but growing up there was a lot of fun.
Remembering, what a joy. Last week I drove thru Hu... (
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Great story Ivey. Thanks for sharing