My brothers might think it strange that I would write a post about baseball. Even though I grew up with three baseball playing brothers and should be a diehard baseball fan, I’m the family member that hardly ever knows who is playing in the World Series, and I don’t keep up on the local team unless they’re having a really good season. Then I do tune in a bit more. I’m sort of a failure as a baseball fan, but even so, I’ve discovered that I’ve got baseball in my soul.
For the last few weeks, I’ve been listening to Michael Chabon narrating his audiobook version of Summerland, which is such a fun book, a fantasy that is a true devotion to growing up with baseball. It’s brought back so many memories, and I’m realizing what a big part baseball played in my childhood.
You have to love baseball when you grow up with 3 brothers and go to all their little league, and then pony league, games. Love of baseball also comes from those milkshakes the entire family would enjoy after one of the brothers made a homerun. It comes from spending hours watching brothers play games they invented with their baseball card collection (oh where, oh where did those baseball cards go?). It comes from living in a neighborhood full of kids that would organize baseball games in the empty lot down the street and play until it was too dark to see the ball. And it also comes from having a Dad that would toss pitches to me in the backyard, so I could practice my swing…and then praised my hit that broke the bedroom window (I did have to pay for it out of my allowance).
Michael Chabon and his book have brought all those memories and feelings back. So here I am…old lady school teacher…thinking of Spring and Baseball and feeling an overwhelming nostalgia for the game. If you loved baseball as a kid, or are a kid who loves baseball, read this book! Or better still, listen to Michael Chabon read it to you.