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"I was really little and I was kinda still learning the game, and I’d go over to my grandparents’ house during the day, and my grandma would take me out back and we’d have these little foam balls and like a little foam bat, and we’d actually put pillows out, outdoor pillows on the ground as bases. And so that’s how I learned my 1-2-3’s. I messed it up early; I’d run to third base every time, I guess, instead of going to first. My grandma’s definitely the one who really got me to get out there and start playing.”
"[My older brother] dragging me out when I was about six years old and playing catch with him. And when I got in little league, I had to catch him, when I was nine years old in little league, because nobody else could catch his fastball. But I’d been catching it for three years. … my only problem with that was I was a little runt and the shin guards came up to my thighs.”
"In the backyard with my mom or my dad -- either of them could pitch -- and I had one of those big, red wiffle ball bats, and they would throw for hours and hours and hours. I wouldn't let them go in until I hit for hours.”
"I can't remember what age I started playing, but I do know my best memories in baseball have been probably from 5, 6, 7 years old, going to the park with my dad. It's funny, I don't remember hardly any little league ball, but I remember details of cool stuff that happened at the ballpark. Just going and being a bat boy, shagging fly balls, basically doing what my son [11-year-old Drake] gets to do now. Stuff I'll never forget.”
"When I was playing tee ball, I remember getting to third base and my dad coming up to me and actually taking me out of the game because I had chicken pox. I had chicken pox all over my arm, apparently, so I got taken out of the game for that.”
"My father taking me, when I believe I was 5 or 6 years old, to a game at Griffith Stadium. And all I remember is the green wall in right field and I think it was Gene Woodling hit a home run. I didn't know who he was, but that was my first memory. My second big memory was going to the first game at D.C. Stadium.”
"Being like the bat boy or ball boy or whatever for my older brothers, who were five and eight years older than me. I was always around the baseball field, always running around, playing catch or doing whatever, just happy to be out there. Having them actually acknowledge me for once was where it all started.”
"When I was five years old, I remember going with my mom to registration and opening day and putting on my uniform for the first time, at tee ball... Citrus Park Little League in Tampa.”
"My granddad took me to the Braves playoff game. I think I was like 8 or 9, maybe 7, when they were in the playoffs, so that was a pretty special moment. He's passed away now, so it was pretty special. We were pretty close. It was a good time, and now you go back to Atlanta and you play there, and you wish you could see him, so that brings back some memories.”
"I think I was 3-years old in the backyard [in Charlotte, N.C.] with my dad, wiffle ball bat, I can just remember hitting balls in the woods and running around the bases while he went and chased it and tried to tag me out before I got home."
"My earliest baseball memory is with my dad, before it was even organized [baseball]. I remember when dad would get home from work and I'd be sitting there with my glove and I'd wanna go throw a bullpen to him out in the backyard. And after I'd get done throwing my bullpen I always made him throw one to me."
“Probably having the snacks after the game. You play and, you know, as a kid you just go out there and have fun, and then after the game you look forward to playing with your friends, hanging out, having a little barbeque after the game.”

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Here's what others have said...

Here's what others have said...

“It has to be watching Bob Gibson for the first time. I was a kid who knew nothing about the game when my parents took me to Busch Stadium for my first Cardinals game. I saw an unbelievably tough man whose pride and brilliance were apparent every single time he took the mound. And, yes, he could probably still get batters out today.”

Submitted by Cindy Boren on March 31, 2014

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“When I was a boy of about 8 I visited my Aunt and Uncle in New Jersey. A neighbor's son was playing little league and his dad asked me if I wanted to go to the game with him. I was shy and didn't know how to be with an adult stranger, what to say, how to act. Mr. P was just one of those people who made you feel comfortable and like you really were someone. Some eight year olds don't yet know that. I enjoyed the game and dreamed about being able to play, which I did a few years later. Mr. P knew how to talk to kids and we talked baseball. We had a currency to share. I felt so at ease. Mr. P smoked big brown cigars. Every time I smell a cigar I still remember Mr. P and how he and baseball helped me grow up.”

Submitted on January 21, 2014

“July 4 1970”

Submitted by dcnationals1 on October 2, 2013

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Submitted by My father taking my brother and me to a White Sox game when I was 8 and he was 6 in 1962 and nearly jumping out of our skin when the scoreboard exploded after a Sox home run. And then several years later when he pointed to the scoreboard and I said "where is that"? My mom brought to the eye doctor the next day to get glasses. on September 30, 2013

“using my 50c clergy pass to sit in section 34 of Memorial Stadium and joining in the O's cheer led by Wild Bill Heagy...Rev. Barron Maberry”

Submitted by Rev. Barron Maberry on September 29, 2013

“1939. A 13-year old Yankee fan is emboldened to write Yankee catcher Bill Dickey, and ask him to obtain the autographs of his spring training teammates. Weeks pass, then, one wonderful day, a handwritten letter arrives - Bill Dickey apologizes for not writing sooner and includes more than 25 autographs including future hall of famers...Lou Gehrig, Lefty Gomez, Joe Gordon, Tony Lazzeri, Phil Rizzuto and Red Ruffing. No wonder three quarters of a century later, my love affair with the bronx bombers goes on and on!”

Submitted by cajackson322 on September 25, 2013

“I was thirteen years old on May 28, 1956. We attended a few Pittsburgh Pirate games each year at Forbes Field, always Saturday or Sunday day games. On May 28, 1956 my father announced that we were going to the Pirates game that night. Dale Long of the Pirates had hit seven home runs in seven consecutive games. Dale Long batted left-handed and home runs were difficult to right center field. While at bat, he hit a line drive to right center which cleared the 436 foot mark. The record of home runs in eight consecutive games still stands today, although it was tied by Don Mattingly of the the New York Yankees.”

Submitted by Dennis L. Beaufort on September 22, 2013

“My first ballgame at Griffith Stadium. Smelling the bread from the Wonder Bread bakery across the street and walking from the gritty city through a tunnel and into a lush green sanctuary. My father wanted me to see Ted Williams play. I was 7.”

Submitted by TheKidd24 on September 18, 2013

“Going to Expo doubleheaders on my fathers only day off, an 180 mile round trip.”

Submitted by Johnalarie@gmail.com on September 15, 2013

“Being called up by my coach in the regional high school league, and winning my first game as pitcher, after I relieved the starting pitcher in the bottom of the 5th. (Score at that moment: 1-1)”

Submitted by George on September 9, 2013

“In 1936, when I was six years old, my 19-year-old brother and I rode the train from Pitttsfield, Mass., to New York to attend a Yankees-Red Sox game. Joe DiMaggio was a rookie, Lou Gehrig played first base, Red Ruffing on the mound. DiMaggio won the game in the ninth inning with what I remember as a home run, but may only have been a sacrifice fly. On the train home, my brother, an avid Yankees fan, told me, “You have a decision to make. In Pittsfield, everyone is a Red Sox fan. You can be a Red Sox fan, too, and be miserable for the rest of your life. Or you can root for the Yanks and live happily ever after.” I chose the Yanks. So far, 2013 hasn’t been all that joyous, but on the whole my brother’s hint has worked out just fine.”

Submitted by Charles McCarry on September 9, 2013

“I'm sitting in my usual seat at Nats Park last April, munching a boxed chickpea salad. Suddenly there was the crack of a bat, and the ball headed for the Club Level. Seeming to be seeking a dry, non-beer landing site, it took a sharp left turn, jumped over the tall guy in front of me and smacked into the middle of my salad box. When told of the episode in July and asked to sign the ball, Ian Desmond sniffed it and said: "Hmm. Balsamic."”

Submitted on September 8, 2013

“My wife Sharon and I attended the final game in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium in 1970. It had been the scene of seven World Series for the Athletics and one for the Phillies. But now the Phils were poised to move into Veterans Stadium. The game appeared incidental to most fans as they systematically tore the place apart, removing souvenirs like toilet seats and urinals, outfield sod and planks from the left field fence. The Phillies won, 2-1, with a tenth-inning rally that featured catcher Tim McCarver. The opponent? The Montreal Expos, who as the Nationals have displaced the Phillies in our hearts. Bob Buck”

Submitted by sbuck on September 3, 2013

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“My dad is dying in a Florida hospital room. He's uncomfortable, and cranky because they've taken his hearing aid. We are Cub fans and have seen hundreds of games together. I suggest watching a game from Wrigley. "How can I watch? I can't hear the announcers." I reply, "Why would you of all people need to hear the announcers?" He laughed, and we watched. Cubs lost, but we won, again.”

Submitted by Michael McCarry on August 30, 2013

“Growing up in South Jersey many years ago, my father and I watched all the Phillies games on our small black & white TV. When he took me to my first game at Connie Mack stadium we emerged from the iron columned concourse to the upper deck seats to see the brilliant green of the outfield grass and the stark white and red of the fresh home team uniforms and I exclaimed, "Hey Dad, it's in color!"”

Submitted by Skip Jentsch on August 29, 2013

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Submitted by Final out of the 1969 World Series. I was in Ann Arbor in college instead of home in NJ. I was listening to the fifth game on an old transistor radio and had been called to my German teacher's office, so I couldn't get back to the dorm to watch the end of the game. When Cleon caught Davy's fly, someone down the hall let out a scream. I wasn't alone after all. on August 27, 2013

“A favorite baseball memory for me was from the last season for the Senators from 1971, specifically the last game at RFK. My dad, who took me to many Opening Days at Griffith and D.C. stadiums, was late getting home from work that night, and we had only the one car. So I waited. He was an editor at the Washington (Evening) Star at that time. When he finally arrived and I asked for the keys to go to the LAST SENATORS GAME, he said, "We're not giving any more of our money to that scoundrel!!" He, of course, was referring to Bob Short, the owner who was taking the team to Texas, of all places. My dad relented, and I got to the game around the second inning, I think. Saw Frank Howard's home run fly into the left field upper deck as I came back from getting a beer. Saw the crowd start gathering along the third base box seats to rush the field, after everyone had been warned that a forfeit would be in order if the rebellion of the earlier inning happened again. I had to get closer, so I left the upper deck and eventually joined them, but behind them, at a "plausible denial" distance. After the rush to the field started, I knew I had to be out there. Those were the times of protests, and not too long since the riots. So it was in a way "normal", but still a little scary. Fans taking light bulbs from the Washington Post scoreboard. Bases and sod being ripped up. I kind of just walked around between the mound and first base. Two memorable scenes I will never forget...1) a lady in her thirties or forties standing in front of the home dugout screaming "Frank Howard, WE LOVE YOU", and 2) some kid, a little younger than myself, being beaten by a cop with a billy club just off the pitcher's mound. And then baseball was gone…for the next 33 years.”

Submitted by cassadyt@ntelos.net on August 26, 2013

“My father taking me to my first game, Washington Senators at Baltimore 1954 or 1955 and my Orioles winning.”

Submitted by ronyaffe on August 26, 2013

“Finally being able to go to a baseball game with my father on his birthday. His birthday is October 11 (2012 NLDS, Game 4)”

Submitted by gmilas1 on August 25, 2013

“As a kid, watching twi-night double headers with my dad in Kansas City, MO back when they were the Athletics owned by Charlie Findley. As an adult, when a Frederick Keys player's bat went into the stands after a swing. A gentleman gave the bat to my then 10-year old daughter and said,"Here, I hope you play baseball some day."”

Submitted by Susan Greif on August 18, 2013

“Taking my son to games at all the different parks in the majors (our goal) 12 so far the best of times.”

Submitted by Robert and Logan Smith Harpersferry W.V on July 30, 2013

“An embrace between dad (coach Jason) and my 9 year old son Aaron after the final all-star game of the 2013 baseball season.”

Submitted by Tracey Piasecki Norton Shores, MI on July 30, 2013

“Paul Owens Phillies Gen Mgr. and Mgr. in the 80's Was from my home town. He was a great baseball player. They walked me intentionally in a game to pitch to Paul. They had me confused for Paul”

Submitted on July 29, 2013

“Pittsburgh, October, 1960. I was in the 6th grade. The principal listened to the games in his office. At the end of each inning, one of the 6th graders got to go to all the rooms and tell the score. I got to do it for the last--and to be most famous 7th game. School was out before the game was over, but I remember reporting the score for those first few innings”

Submitted by Kay Tawney, Charlotte, NC on July 29, 2013

“By James Rudin* In the spring of 1955 I was a freshly minted twenty-year George Washington University graduate waiting to begin rabbinic studies that autumn at the Hebrew Union College-Jewish Institute of Religion in Manhattan. In those halcyon years there was plenty of summer employment, and I had planned to be a municipal playground director in my hometown of Alexandria, Virginia. At GWU, I was on the track team and a sports editor of the Hatchet, the University newspaper. Some folks in the athletic department mentioned me to Bob Wolff, the radio/TV announcer of my beloved Washington Senators baseball team. I was elated when he offered me a dream job as his personal assistant for the summer. Today Bob Wolff is a national icon, an authentic “living legend,” and still going strong at age 92. He is the longest running sports broadcaster in television and radio history and a member of the Baseball and Basketball Halls of Fame. Bob has covered each of the four major league sports leagues as well as soccer. For years he was the play-by-play telecaster for Madison Square Garden events including the Westminster Dog Show. Back then Bob worked out of his Washington home where he maintained an office replete with numerous files and newspaper clippings. This was, of course, long before we used computers. Much of his success is based upon an extraordinary knowledge of every sport he described on the air and a disciplined work ethic that considered sports broadcasting a serious profession. My responsibilities were to maintain the individual player and team statistics of the eight American League teams of that era, compile the commercial copy Bob required during broadcasts including “National Bohemian Beer, Oh Boy What A Beer!” and Robert Burns cigars. Interesting, my boss did not smoke or drink. I also studied the sports pages of several newspapers searching for information for use on Bob’s daily radio show, and I checked his incoming mail. But the best part of my work was to join Bob Wolff for the Senators’ home games in Griffith Stadium (demolished a decade later in 1965), now the site of Howard University’s Hospital. His broadcast partner was Arch McDonald, and the contrast between Bob and Arch could not have been greater. There was a constant culture clash in the broadcast booth. The Arkansas-born McDonald was nineteen years older than Bob, a Phi Beta Kappa Duke University graduate and college baseball player. McDonald employed a “good ole boy” style of sports casting filled with folksy commentary and the use of such expressions as “ducks on the pond” to describe runners on base in scoring position. McDonald represented the days when baseball was a game played in the sunshine by country boys in Southern states. But in 1955 Bob represented the advance guard of modern sports announcing with emphasis on statistics, less worshipful player interviews, and interesting descriptions of the intricacies of baseball that unknowing outsiders often viewed as boring and slow moving. Clark Griffith, the Senators’ owner, was an early major league player and team manager. Nicknamed “The Old Fox,” I remember meeting him a few months before his death in October 1955 at age 86. He asked me whether I intended to make sports casting my career. When I replied I would soon be entering rabbinical school, Griffith was at first silent, then shot me a quizzical look and finally said, “I guess they don’t keep batting averages for sermons. Good luck!” My stadium duties included rounding up players for interviews on Bob’s pre-game TV show, “Dugout Chatter,” and entering locker rooms at the end of a game to escort the day’s star for an appearance on the post-game “Tenth Inning.” Guests usually received a Countess Mara necktie, a Helbros wristwatch or a set of men’s cologne. In special cases the gift was a men’s suit from Raleigh Haberdasher, a fashionable Washington store of the time. The Senators record that year was 51 wins and 103 defeats. The only bright spot for last place Washington was the presence of Harmon Killebrew, a 19-year slugger who later became a Hall of Famer. Late in the season I walked into the Cleveland locker room following another Senators defeat. The Indians, pennant winners the year before, were loaded with stars including Bob Feller, Al Rosen, Larry Doby, Bob Lemon, Ralph Kiner, and two rookie “phenoms:” Rocky Colavito and Herb Score. I was surprised a number of Cleveland players sat in front of their lockers reading The Wall Street Journal and not the so-called baseball “bible:” The Sporting News; clear evidence the game was as much a business as a sport. Working for Bob Wolff taught me three important lessons that have guided my own career: preparation, professionalism and pride. In the Jewish tradition we say, “May you live to be 120.” Knowing Bob, he just might make it! *Rabbi Rudin, the American Jewish Committee’s Senior Interreligious Adviser, is the author of a forthcoming biography of Rabbi Stephen S. Wise.”

Submitted by james rudin@aol.com on July 29, 2013

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“Going with my Dad and Grandfather to opening day at the 'new' Yankee Stadium on April 15,1976. The Yanks walloped the Twins. Also seeing the 'Big Red Machine' play at Shea and going to Catfish Hunter's retirement day at The Stadium.”

Submitted on July 29, 2013

“Though I grew up in Detroit, my Minneapolis relatives to me to my first baseball game, and I've been a Twins fan ever since. One year (1965 or so), my father took me to to a Tigers-Twins game on Free Bat Day. There were twenty or thirty thousand kids in the stands with bats chanting "We want a hit!" and me calling out "I want an out!" My father still likes to joke that he wasn't sure we'd make it out alive.”

Submitted by Perry Beider on July 28, 2013

“As a child in Detroit, I couldn't understand how Ernie Harwell, the great Tigers' radio broadcaster, knew to say "That foul ball was caught by a fan from Ecorse" or "A young man from Ypsilanti has that home run ball for a souvenir." Did fans bring signs with them indicating their home town, in case they caught a ball? Eventually, I asked my father, who smiled and explained that the town identifications were made up. The idea that something Ernie Harwell said might not be gospel truth had never occurred to me.”

Submitted by Perry Beider on July 28, 2013

“Waiting outside of Yankee Stadium before day games to get autographs. Some signed, some did not. Some took self addressed postcards which would arrive in the mail several days later. Johnny Mize would show up with two suitcases (probably empty) and say he could not sign because his hands were full.”

Submitted by niceneasy on July 27, 2013

“Summer 1949. Northern New York State. Promising high school baseball player. Just graduated. Carries uniform and bag lunch. Hitchhikes 40 miles to St. Louis Cardinals open tryouts. Backdrop for an American epic? No. Couldn't hit the curve. Ate his lunch. Back to the papermill. Albert Gardner University Park, MD (301)927-7210”

Submitted on July 23, 2013

“My first game in 1958; my dad and I walking thru the tunnel to our seat at Griffith Stadium. The grass was so perfect; so green; I thought I was in heaven. And that memory is as fresh today as it was then”

Submitted by John Fox on July 22, 2013

“I guess I was 8 or 9; walking up the gangway at Griffith stadium; it was like walking thru a dark tunnel and then out into the light and there was wonderful sea of green grass – what a sight; the Senators beat the NYY that day, my 1st game; Fastward to about 1958/1959; the "Nat’s" had their own "murders row", Killebrew, Lemon, Sievers and Allison - wow; I must have listened to every game, every pitch and fretted every outcome; this team was finally good and -- GONE to Minnesota; In 1965 the Twins went to the WS. Then came the scrubs team players like Don Lock, Gene Woodling, Tom Cheney (21 K’s, 16 innings, over 200 pitches!) and Dave Stenhouse – never really good but they were my team for better or worse. Then came the likes of Howard, Brinkman, and Epstein and yes the Great Ted Williams. We became believers again and then again they were GONE – I dropped out of baseball for probably the next 25 – 30 years, I thought I just didn’t care; then this team of misfits and losers were dropped on our door step. I became marginally interested following not too close; then I saw a team that fought their guts losing a lot of 1/2 run games. These Nat’s just needed to get a couple of runs and then they would be a decent team; maybe even compete for a championship one day. You know, you can bury your feelings; but my love for this game though an ember for many years never died. What a great sport! And yes, our Nat’s are struggling, but, they are my team for better or worse”

Submitted by BobH on July 22, 2013

“getting j. robinson's autograph after he hit hr to win game vs Louis arroyo of st.louis”

Submitted by joe mack woodbridge va on July 21, 2013

“CAUGHT HR IN EBBETS FIELD HIT BY WALLY POST OFF J. PODRES 8/25/55”

Submitted by JOE MACK WOODBRIDGE, VA on July 21, 2013

“I was a twelve year old little leaguer and after 15 games still did not have a hit. Finally in game 16 I got my only hit of the 21 game season.”

Submitted by Tim Smyth, napa california on July 20, 2013

“Going to game 6 the ALCS in 2004. Red Sox vs Yankees. Although my Yankees lost, there is nothing like playoff baseball.”

Submitted by mcely on July 17, 2013

“My Favorite Baseball Memory Anthony V. Fasolo My father was a Philadelphia A’s fan so I grew up rooting for the A‘s. He came from Italy with his parents when he was nine and one way that he became acclimated to this country was through baseball. He worked seven days a week as a tailor in a shop on the second floor of the row home in South Philly he and I listened to the games on the radio. I even remember listening to a game that was TELETYPED (it was an away game for the A’s.). He never played the game himself but he and my Uncle Nick (also from Italy but a Yankee fan) did take me to Shibe Park to see the A’s play. My big moment though was when I pitched batting practice at Shibe (Connie Mack stadium as it was called then) in 1954. My high school team, South Philadelphia High School for Boys, defeated North Catholic for the 1954 that night for the Philadelphia City Championship and it was also the last year that the A’s were in town. My father and uncle both were in the stands that night along with thousands of others. In fact we drew more fans that night than the A’s did for all the games they played the rest of the week. Philadelphia was a Phillies town and people did not support the A’s. In fact a local supermarket even tried giving away tickets for every $10.00 they spent on groceries but many refused them. Eventually the A’s moved to Kansas City at the end of the season. My father was devastated and my uncle was not too happy either since this meant that we lost the entire American League and the Yankees too. A bitter sweet memory—1954 and Connie Mack Stadium.”

Submitted by AnthonyFasolo on July 14, 2013

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“It was 1969, the year of the Amazin' Mets and I think it was a day game. Tommie Agee was on third base and I just had a strong feeling he was going to steal home. I still remember how exciting it was to see him come down the line to home. Even more memorable to know that I could just feel it coming! Lana Sarrantonio, Alexandria, VA.”

Submitted on July 11, 2013

“As a senior in high school('56), I had the opportunity to serve as an usher at the All-Star game at Griffith stadium. A few of the greats who played that day were Stan Musial, Willie Mays, Ted Kluszewski, Yogi Berra, Al Kaline and Mickey Mantle. It was awesome. I will never forget it!! Sam Otlin”

Submitted on July 10, 2013

“watching Stephen Strasburg's debut with my three year old son in the standing room only section at Nats Park. Seemed every time Stras had two strikes on a batter, the strikeout came next. We were ecstatic and cheered wildly every time. A fantastic experience for mother and son, especially when the nearby ice cream vendor treated us to two free scoops in later innings.”

Submitted by Erica Stewart on July 9, 2013

“I wented to my first Nats game in 1959. The Senators were playing the Red Sox. I saw Harmon Killebrew and Ted Williams. The Senators won. A Senator got a hit over Williams' head and some one in the left bleachors yelled at Williams " see we can get those hits too Ted." Williams looked like he wanted to come up there and throw that guy on to the field. I was eleven years old then and I've loved Baseball ever since. Robert Embrey”

Submitted on July 8, 2013

“Watching Tommie Agee stealing home plate during a day game at Shea Stadium in 1969, the year of the Miracle Mets. Amazing to watch and still memorable, but even more so because I told my cousin that he was going to do it before he began to run! Lana Sarrantonio, Alexandria, VA.”

Submitted on July 5, 2013

“My father and I had just escaped the Duvalier regime in Haiti. A friend of his in DC was an avid baseball fan. He invited us to Griffith Stadium to see the Senators play the Yankees. Saw Roger MAris, Mickey mantle and on the mound for the Ynaks Whitey Ford. Will never forget it.”

Submitted on July 2, 2013

“My family has season tickets to the local minor league team, the Sacramento Rivercats. They're the affiliates of the A's, so I've seen Zito, Swisher, Blanton, Ellis, and lots of other guys make their way through the system up to the show. My favorite was Eric Byrnes. He went all out, all the time - running into things, sliding into first, and swinging himself into the ground on pitches. He went to UCLA, like my parents, so I would wear all my Bruins gear when I cheered for him as a youngster. One night, after a game, he called to me from over the dugout. He pushed the bat that he had broken in the game towards me. Before I could reach for it, some older kids came roaring down to grab it, but he pulled it and said to them, "this is for him." I met him later at a signing event and had the biggest grin on my face as he signed the bat for me. That, to me, was what a ballplayer was supposed to be. A hard player, and a soft person.”

Submitted on July 1, 2013

“I grew up in a row house in Philadelphia. My room was in the back. Across the alley was my neighbor an older man who was hard of hearing. There was no air conditioning, you slept with the windows open. My neighbor listened to the Phillies game on the radio every night. I would fall asleep every night listening to the Phillies game on his radio.”

Submitted by Sid Trainor on June 30, 2013

“Camden Yards, mid-'90s. Sitting behind third base in the front row. A Tiger hits a grounder foul directly at me. As I'm leaning over the wall I'm thinking back to a fundamental flaw in my fielding when I was a kid, and if I don't get my hand all the way on the ground and the ball scoots underneath it, I'm gonna be on SportsCenter but not in a good way. So at the last moment I stretch and get my hand to touch the turf. In doing so I get the ball but start to go over the wall and onto the field. Kudos to my buddy who yanked me back by my belt.”

Submitted by Ed C. on June 29, 2013

“1954 going to Griffith Stadium when Harmon Killebrew was a bonus baby. He was sitting down the left field line, in the stands and in uniform. He was counting fly balls going past a chalk line. The Nationals was going to move the left field stands in in 1955. Being 12 years old me and my friend (Doug Rainsberger) kept him company the whole game.”

Submitted by wshnatsverizonnet on June 26, 2013

“I was 9 & playing 2nd in the 6th (& final) inning of a Championship Little League tourney between small TX schools with my team up a run. Other team has a man on with 1 out. Their #2 hitter hits a screamer up the middle and by pure instinct and natural reaction, I jump up; glove high in the air & snag it!! Didn't think of the throw to 1st to double up, but we win anyway! I remember thinking that was the 1st of many. Although I played all through high school (making state quarterfinals my jr. year) for some reason nothing ever topped that moment. I can still see, and hear it like it was yesterday (although it's now been 28 years ago).”

Submitted by Kyle Pool on June 26, 2013

“Summer of 1969 - My Dad was a Ted Williams fan and I was Yankee fan. We bought season tickets for the Senators that summer and soon both became fans of the Senators. Being with my Dad, watching baseball and Frank Howard Homeruns are memories I'll never forget..... Vic Hughes, Waynesboro.”

Submitted on June 26, 2013

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“In 1926, when I was ten years old, my father took me to Sportsman Park, St. Louis, Missouri to see a World Series game between the New York Yankees and the St. Louis Cardinals. It was the first time the Cardinals had been in a World Series. The Yankees were heavy favorites, but the Cardinals won after seven exciting, suspense-filled games. Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig played for the Yankees and Rogers Hornsby for the Cardinals. I am fortunate to be one of the few living baseball fans who saw these great players in action.”

Submitted by Percy Floyd on June 26, 2013