South Florida Hospital News
Tuesday September 17, 2019
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June 2011 - Volume 7 - Issue 12

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Publisher's Note

Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal … Anonymous

I knew the world wasn’t coming to an end on May 21. Not because it was my son’s birthday or because of some nutty prophecy, but because I knew no way could the world end during baseball season. You see, I am an official Silver Slugger ‑  a group of Jupiter Hammerheads and Palm Beach Cardinals fans age 55 and older who receive special membership benefits during the Florida State League season at Roger Dean Stadium in Jupiter. And aside from the fact, it’s an incredible deal (free admission to 20 Wednesday night games for only $20!), it has really taken me back to the uncomplicated game of my yout (sic) – that’s how we pronounced it back in Brooklyn.
 
Now as many of you know, between my somewhat insane focus on this newspaper, my dedication to the Fort Lauderdale Rotary Club, and my family, free time is pretty much a rarity for me. But, as Carol puts it, time mysteriously seems to stop dead for Wednesday night baseball with my father-in-law Ralph, putting me right back in the old Yankee Stadium while Ralph channels the Polo Grounds or Ebbets Field. I swear you can even smell the real grass turf.
 
There’s a calm methodical order to our Baseball nights. I often tell Carol, who thinks baseball is closely akin to watching paint dry, that Baseball is 9+ innings of strategy, mixed together with a large helping of stadium food and Silver Slugger camaraderie. Where else can you hear a beer seller yelling, “Cold beer or cold prune juice?” Where else does the 7th inning stretch allow extra time for creaky knees and sore backs?  Yes, as Baseball (and I) have aged, some of the tweaking like splitting the leagues, elevating the pitcher’s mound and enclosed stadiums has severely tried my patience. But I guess as long as the World Series doesn’t start competing with the Christmas season, I’ll always be a boy of summer, sitting in the stands with my glove just waiting for that next foul ball.
You can reach Charles Felix at Charles@southfloridahospitalnews.com.
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