The memories run deep. I can remember coming home from school and turning on the Cubs game which was in the late innings, and listening to Jack Brickhouse describe Ernie Banks‘ at bat against a Juan Marichal or Jim Maloney.
And, sometimes, Banks, with his sweet swing would park one in the in the left field stands.
Brickhouse, a Peoria, Illinois-native born in 1916, was like “Uncle Jack” — he was an invited guest into my den, where the color TV was situated. I’d be lying on the floor a few feet away, so not to miss anything.