Times Change

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

That night in the summer of 1963 was especially hot in Detroit. That didn’t matter for a thirteen year old boy. My dad had purchased tickets in the center field bleachers for two dollars each. Tonight was going to be magic. It was the Tigers vs. the New York Yankees. Al Kaline, Rocky Cocovito, and Norm Cash for the Tigers against Whitey Ford, Stan Williams and Yogi Berra for the Yankees.

I sat there for the entire nine innings with my baseball glove on ready for what I was sure to be a home run ball.

Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

13 thoughts on “Times Change”

  1. I don’t know any of those names, but I can identify with the young boy’s excitement and his wide-eyed wonder at watching his heroes. Love the detail of him wearing the glove the whole time.

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      1. No, not age, it’s just that I live on the underside of the world (plus I’ve never really been a sports fan, sorry to say). Love your story anyway.😊

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