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Each day we feature something from our collection of boyhood memories in bubblegum form. For those who remember them, these cards have their own stories to tell.
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1974 Topps
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Spending the summers in Hyannis Ma. always meant a couple of very definite occurrences;
Gathering up enough kids to get a pickup baseball game going at Veterans Memorial Park. Between my brothers and the other area kids we used to get 5 or 6 a side for some marathon games – except of course on the holiday weekends when those stupid cars had to park right in the middle of our outfield! It was Murphy’s Law that when we had the most kids around to play, the overflow parking would eliminate any chance to get on the diamond.
I finally had to give up playing at that park once I got big enough to bat left handed (natural righty) .. and pull one over the short porch in right field into the parking lot of the condominiums next door. There was one kid who actually put it OVER the condominiums in right, but he turned out to be more interested in the game of football than baseball.
Another summer enjoyment growing up was attending Hyannis Mets games of the Cape Cod Summer League.
The field was close enough to the house that we could walk or ride bikes up to McKeon Park, and in those early years they played day games until lights were finally installed in 1983. It was always a bummer to have to leave those afternoon games early so that we were home by dinner time.
The invitation only league is for college players from around the country, and the best part is they play using wooden bats! This attracts a lot of pro scouts trying to ascertain a player’s abilities without the projectile power of aluminum bats.
Each summer a camaraderie is built up between the players and the local town as they are provided with accommodations in homes of area residents, and are given local odd jobs when they are not on the playing field.
There have been numerous MLB players who are Alumni of the Cape Cod League and back in those adolescent days I probably watched Ron Darling pitch and play the outfield for Cotuit, or big Steve Balboni hit some mammoth home runs for Y/D.
When I visited the cape for this year’s Fourth of July holiday I had to make my annual venture up to the park to introduce the Mets to my two year old daughter. The fan experience really has improved significantly from those early years with better lighting and seating arrangements, and the caliber of play continues to excel. On this occasion Chris Dominguez (UofL) for the Mets blasted three home runs to tie the record held by Frank Thomas.
It’s a fantastic family experience that will forever mean summertime to me. Baseball in Hyannis is as much a part of my summers as the beach, fireworks, ice cream and the rest of the all-american storybook.
Here is a very well done blog and podcast about the up to date happenings of the Cape Cod Baseball League called Codball.
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Sorry our Red Sox Nation didn’t make it to the finals, and maybe with Manny we might have. But I think it is a tribute to the organization that it cared enough about the morale of the team that it was willing to give up a man who obviously caused problems so that the remaining players would have peace of mind.
A personal example of that same kind of class follows. 
My niece who now lives in San Diego but whose heart is in Red Sox Nation contracted cancer and has had a difficult time. I felt so helpless wanting to do something and not knowing what I could do. I decided to send an email to her passion, the Red Sox team, stating her love for the team and her situation and hoped that perhaps some token might be sent.
A man named Phil immediately responded wishing her well and saying something would be sent. I hoped maybe for a picture. Not only did a picture arrive but also a little packet containing soil from the Fenway Park infield. She was overjoyed.
October has always been the time that she made her trip to Boston to visit her family and share with them the joys of October. Between chemo sessions, the doctor gave permission for her to go back for a few days. She wanted to, even knowing the risks. She is back now. Wish we were in the series….but what about that 8-7 game! Class act all the way.
Maggie
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An innocent kid of the late 60’s recounts an everlasting memory of a favorite uncle, and the simple act of catching his foul ball.
This baseballism perfectly illustrates how the game of baseball can create such frozen moments in time when a game is more than just a game.
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This is one of my all-time favorite baseballisms from my buddy Jim McNulty of Milton Mass. Jim and I were college roomates together at Providence College in the early 80’s. Jim has a great way of telling a story and we will definitely get him to do a Baseballisms video when we get a chance. He’s got more stories than this – believe me!
As all baseball fans will do when they get together, a discussion on the topic of catching a foul ball / home run inevitably comes up. Jim told us the story of sitting in the front row behind home plate at Fenway Park, during a cold and rainy day game, as a high school junior in 1979. He described how a foul ball started to come straight down on top of him and his buddy Frank.
Most baseball fans have that split second thought that runs through their head — “that ball could be near me”, but most of the time it lands many rows away. But in rare instances that thought turns to “that ball is COMING RIGHT AT ME”. That was the case on this day.
Frank and Jim both reached high above attempting to snag the souvenir while Brewers catcher Ray Fosse zeroed in on the putout. Someone was going to cradle that ball and it was going to come down to whoever wanted it more … but all of a sudden from a row behind comes a smiling man with an open umbrella! What!?! The Umbrella Man deflects the ball away from the guys and it pops into Fosse’s glove.
Now you have to keep in mind, Jim is a great raconteur, and in those fun-filled days and nights during college we would kill ourselves with laughter retelling tales from our “youths”. When we first heard about Umbrella Man we had to call timeout and challenge the validity with exclamations of “no way!” So during Christmas break that freshman year, Jim went home to uncover proof positive indeed.
That’s Jim in the front row to the right of Fosse, looking back over his shoulder, flinching away from Umbrella Man. Not only can he confirm his story, he’s got himself a two part spread within an article written by Peter Gammons!
Part two still shows Umbrella Man with a giant grin on his face, and the disgruntled Jim and his buddy Frank looking on in disbelief.
An interesting side note as Jim tells it today, making the call from behind the plate that day was a minor league umpire on duty during the Umpire’s union strike at the start of that season.
And a little inside ribbing too … Jim has always told me that he was never too good at judging fly balls, so you have to wonder if Umbrella Man hadn’t intervened, who would have come down with the souvenir!?!
Jim – You’re the best! Thanks for sharing this baseballism with us …
Jomags
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