Today I have the distinct privilege of guest-posting over at THE Joseph Craven’s Greatest Blog of All Time. Finally posting in that elite realm pretty much affirms my worth in the universe.
So here below lies the beginning of my two-part baseball-obsessed post. You can click the link at the end of this post for the remainder of part one, and be sure to check out Craven’s site next Monday for the second part! It’s like the gift that keeps on giving.
Oh, and check out his site in the meantime too. It really is the greatest blog of all time. I can in no way exaggerate that claim.
I grew up in the ripple rings of Philadelphia. Not to be confused with nipple rings, which also exist there. I was steeped in the grand Philadelphia sports tradition at an early age, and by “grand Philadelphia sports tradition,” I mean to say that I hated hockey, basketball, and football.
Ah, but baseball. Baseball was different.
My first baseball game took me across the Delaware River to Waterfront Park, home to the mighty Trenton Thunder. The Thunder was/were a farm team of the Red Sox, but now they’re New York Yankee property. I don’t really understand; it’d be like if you gave your firstborn son to that guy in class who always raised his hand.
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