Every summer morning at around 8 o'clock the kids in my neighborhood would bang on my door. The reason to get me for our morning baseball game. There were 8 of us four on each side. We played on the street using the telephone pole as first base, canvass bags stuffed as second and third. Glenn Piper pitched for us, I played 3rd base, our outfielder was Eddie Weiss and Danny Fay played second or caught if there was a runner in scoring position. The Other Team was Eddie's brother Ray who later played in the Mets organization, Glenn's cousin Roger, Billy Gallagher and RickKirby were the other guys. We would start at 8 and play until eleven. If we lost a ball we would just run down to George's candy store and buy another one for 59 cents. After the game ,we would go over to my house, and watch the Yankees or the Mets.. After Dinner we would play until it got dark. That was our summer we fought, we talked about girls, the Beatles we were friends. The thing that bound us together were those summer baseball games. Well a couple of the guys moved away and it is at least two decades since I last saw some of them. But the memory of those games will last forever. Tomorrow if major league baseball goes out on strike. I can easily forget the Yankees Mets but the memories of those summer baseball games will last forever. And, those are the memories of baseball that will matter..
