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The Best Game Ever

December 1, 2011 by · Leave a Comment 

No, not game 6. The best game ever was played when I was eight years old on Doc Branson’s lot across the street from the house I grew up in. Excerpt from my manuscript, “Between the Lines: A Father, A Son and America’s Pastime.” Baseball is cool. It’s way cool, in fact. As a young […]

The Third Sunday in June

June 17, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

As a child, I didn’t know the date of Father’s Day. I knew my friend Bob couldn’t come out and play because his family celebrated with his dad. I’d walk past his house anyway, hoping he would see me. When he didn’t come out I would hang out in the tree house; or ride my […]