Updated - December 1, 2022
Recently I had a conversation about baseball with a good friend. It brought back some baseball memories.
I grew up in New Orleans. New Orleans had a minor league team for awhile in the 60s (before my time there) and then again in the 1980s to present (after my time). I remember the newscasters talking about local players, but never as much as a hometown team would have warranted.
I was a fan as a kid – played little league and all that, never any good. But I never had an allegiance until I move here to SD for the second time in 1981 (I lived here for six months in 1979). I remember, when I was working at Denny's, cooking breakfast for Gaylord Perry, who was on his way to spring training in 1979 (right after he won the Cy Young in 1978). Wish I had gotten his autograph. I was 20 and stupid.
I learned about the inner workings of bb in the fall of 1980. I wanted to go fishing during the playoffs. My roommate wanted to wait until after the Phillies finished out their playoff game. Dallas Green was the manager and he made some strategic moves that, once explained to me, made me realize that this was the game and intellectual pursuit I was looking for. And for the next 18 years it was. Until Ken Caminiti died. And I realized that is WAS all about money. I may get back into it. I don’t know.
My friend invited me and my wife to Spring Training but I am still trying to catch up financially from my layoff. And my wife isn’t really interested in that kind of trip. My son is more involved with his band and getting out of school. I may not get to spring training this year. Maybe next season. We shall see.
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