Growing up watching various sports such as Basketball, Baseball, Football and Hockey it was always fun seeing great plays unfold and records being broken. When I research and watch old school films and clips from a generation long before me, it always fascinated me when a sport evolves with the times whether it was good or bad. I was born into the generation of the steroid era of sports in the 1980's so a lot of what I saw were athletes juicing it up and breaking records left and right which was cool to see at the time but as an adult, it's just sad to see some of the same athletes die so young.
When it came to Baseball, for the most part of my life was of a San Francisco Giants fan, seeing Barry Bonds in action, watching the greats like Rob Nen, Will Clark, Matt Williams and others was a treat for me. Going to Candlestick Park with my dad and sitting in the same seats fans did of yesteryear watching Juan Marichal, Willie Mays, Willie McCovey and Gaylord Perry. I never had any aspirations to be a Baseball player but always enjoyed watching the game, playing stick ball in the streets and of course being a little kid in the 90's, playing video games hitting Homeruns with Ken Griffey Jr. at the plate.
I was 5 years old when the big earthquake hit the Bay Area. It was Game 3 of the World Series when it was the Bay Area series of The Giants & The Oakland A's that also had the Bash Brothers at that time (Jose Canseco & Mark McGwire). Scary times man and all I kept thinking about was where to even sit since so many things came crashing down, I was at my second mom's house who ran a daycare (still does today) and spent a few days there until things settle, plus my parents were going through a divorce around this time.
Back to it huh? Sorry, sometimes I hate how my memory works. Although I was a big Basketball Fan in the 90's watching the likes of Michael Jordan and the Bulls, Baseball was another thing with me that I didn't understand till years later when I was researching and learning about it's history and the impact it has on American Culture. When a Pitcher is up against the Batter, it's not just if one can strike out, hit a texas leaguer or smack one out of the park; it's about who can change the entire complexity of the game, who is better than the other in that moment and will history unfold? Sure it has it's boring moments but every once in a while, there's those magical moments that take your breath away. The steadiness of a Base Stealer, a batter so feared that intentionally walking him with the bases loaded was a pitcher's better option than to see that batter shatter him with a potential grand slam, just one pitch that can determine either a hit or a perfect game, turning a double play that wins the world series or hitting a walk-off homerun that can shatter an opposing team's chance of winning the Pennant.
The point i'm making here is those moments are a treasured and when those same players that were in the same era as your parents and grandparents kick the bucket, it becomes a distant memory of what was good in the world in those moments of time. Al Kaline, Tom Seaver, Bob Gibson, Lou Brock, Joe Morgan & Whitey Ford have all died so far this year and the only thing left of their legacies and legendary prowess are the memories of people who watched them play. Kaline was a mighty hitter for the Tigers, Seaver was a wrecking machine for hitters with teams that included the Mets, The Cardinals' most feared pitcher Gibson was a force of nature on the diamond, Lou Brock was one of the greatest Base Stealers in history only to be surpassed by the legendary Rickey Henderson, Joe Morgan was a finely tuned player that helped shape the Big Red Machine of the Cincinnati Reds and was a SF Giant towards the end of his career, Whitey Ford was nicknamed the Chairman Of The Board and is quite possibly the greatest pitcher in the History of the New York Yankees.
How much more can this year take? How much more do we have to endure a year that has taken so much and made so many suffer? Cherish what is now and live the best you can because you never know when and how those moments will last. Make the most of what you have count and live for the moments that can end in the blink of an eye.
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