I first saw a Major League Baseball game 57 years ago. The memory, like life itself, is bittersweet. On my 11th birthday, my father, the pleasure of conspiracy written on his face, announced that he did not have a present for me. I stood waiting, full of trust. "But next spring we're going to... -
Sunlight in the Bronx
I first saw a Major League Baseball game 57 years ago. The memory, like life itself, is bittersweet. On my 11th birthday, my father, the pleasure of conspiracy written on his face, announced that he did not have a present for me. I stood waiting, full of trust. "But next spring we're going to...-
By William Ecenbarger