I spent my teens and early 20's here, however, most of my summers on the road. Still, I'd go sometimes, because of the great games.

Fastball never became a 'pro' sport. In Toronto, they put up a fence and tried to charge admission, and people stopped going, so they pulled the fence down, to get people to go back. I have heard of one team that paid $25.00/player/game. Air-conditioning, TV, and The Blue Jays rolled into the homes, and people stopped going altogether.

I was in one of those little 'after game haunts', the other night. It's now a run-of-the-mill chain restaurant. Boring menu, boring subdued clientele, no bikers, distant waitresses dressed in black jeans and polo shirts, unanimated children afraid to move from their chairs.

I had a friend was a big baseball player,
Back in high school,
He could throw that speedball by you,
Make you look like a fool, boy.

Saw him the other night at this roadside bar,
He was walking in, I was walking out,
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks,
But all he kept talking about...Glory Days.