BY HOMER PLATE, Humor Columnist
I was just sitting here looking out my window at the snow thinking, “Well, it’s here, baseball is back!” Then I thought back to one day in 5th grade when I was trying to get some sleep and there were two maintenence men putting caulking in the windows. With my head down, I watched them work in the beautiful spring weather when one of the guys turned on a little AM radio to the Phillies game!
What a few hours that was, the sun breathing down the back of my neck with my eyes closed and while there was no Schmidt, no Bowa and no Lefty to be heard, I was taken away to a place I can’t describe decades later by a man who could do what no man could ever do and I believe, will ever be able to do again.
Thanks Harry, two years removed from a brother dying in Vietnam, and the one who filled the void off to serve in the Air Force, you took me away for just a time and made it a bit easier.
The game for me will never be the same.