Baseball Is A Ballet Without Music. Drama

So Much Happened (in 1968) It Was Hard To Keep Up With Everything. We Had Denny Mclain's Thirty-one Victories, Gates Brown's Great Pinch-hitting In The Clutch, Tom Matchick's Home Run To Beat Baltimore In The Ninth Inning, Then Daryl Patterson Striking Out The Side To Beat Them In The Ninth. Excitement Every Day In The Ballpark.

Baseball Is The President Tossing Out The First Ball Of The Season. And A Scrubby Schoolboy Playing Catch With His Dad On A Mississippi Farm.

Baseball Is A Spirited Race Of Man Against Man, Reflex Against Reflex. A Game Of Inches. Every Skill Is Measured. Every Heroic, Every Failing Is Seen And Cheered, Or Booed. And Then Becomes A Statistic.

I've Found That If You Wear A Beret, People Think You're Either A Cabdriver Or A Producer Of Dirty Movies.

If I Walked Back Into The Booth In The Year 2025, I Don't Think It Would Have Changed Much. I Think Baseball Would Be Played And Managed Pretty Much The Same As It Is Today. It's A Great Survivor.