The other day, I was in a waiting area – one that I anticipated being in – reading Mike Vaccaro’ new book. (Since I knew I was going to be there, and had to wait, I brought the book along with me.)
A woman there asked me “What are you reading?” So, I told her that it was a book about the 1912 World Series.
Man, you had to see the look back she gave me…it was as if I had told her that everything in her life that she had believed to be true was a lie, and, in reality, she was just a figment in a dream playing out in the head of a platypus sleeping by a river in Tasmania…
So, I offered: “I guess it’s an acquired taste?” And, she just nodded back at me.
Shoot, baseball is such a wonderful sport – and it’s history is so robust. It’s a shame more people don’t get it. As I have mentioned in the past, everything there is to the history of baseball, and I use “everything” in the purest definition of the word, has a quicksand nature to it. Just when you believe that you have made some progress digging into it, along comes the realization that there is just as much still out there as when you first started. Heck, it’s a party. I wonder if those who don’t get it know what they are missing?