Most of us can remember where we were when important events occur in our lives. On Nov 22, 1963, I was at choir practice in our auditorium when I heard about JFK’s assassination. 9-11-2001, I was in South Gate at the JB Hunt terminal when the planes hit the twin towers.
But the day I fell in love with the game… That actual date escapes me. And since my love affair with the game has lasted longer than anything else in my life, I am somewhat miffed by that.
It probably stemmed from the first time I made solid contact with a baseball.