Thanks Tom for the heads up on the novel. I'll search it out for my train rides down to work. You're right about how baseball was engrained in our social structure, something that, alas, seems to be no longer the case. That's what interests me about the game, how the tangents that the game produces bounce off in various directions, like so many Polo Grounds ricochets (thanks rburgh for those precisions!): newspaper reports, radio broadcasts, songs ("Joltin' Joe Dimaggio"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q6odQuCxFU, "Say Hey"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40Uxl2t41fU), sounds from outside the stadium, groundskeepers (for how many of us is a trip to the ballpark not a trip to the ballpark without that gasp of the first sight of the field -- no matter how times we've seen it; I mean, how can you ever be jaded by that?), playing catch with friends, dads, moms (in my case), the reading from cover to cover of The Sporting News (man, rburgh, were you ever right -- that was my Christmas present), trying to reproduce seasons or games (as we do here or as I did with the 67 series by bouncing a tennis ball against my garage wall), baseball cards (and the smell of bubble gum that never disappeared), the smell of glove oil, the surprise and joy the first time you ever caught a fly ball. Maybe we've lost the "working class" quality that the game had, that sense of work done well, simply but well.
Then again, maybe I'm just a middle-aged guy stuck in a world of nostalgia...but I take heart that I'm probably not alone in that world
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Bill