I was immensely interested in sports. I read the sports section almost every day in the Trenton Times to see how my favorite team, the San Francisco Giants, played the day before. I scanned the standings and on Sundays would immerse myself in the statistics of all the players: RBIs, ERAs, and batting averages. I don’t know why I rooted for them except that there were a lots of Dodgers and Giants fans in the area since they had all recently moved to the West coast from New York. My favorite Giants players were right fielder Jesus Alou, pitcher Juan Marichel, left fielder Willie McCovey, and of course the amazing center fielder, Wille Mays. I had an opportunity to see them play against the Phillies at Connie Mack Stadium in Philadelphia. In other sports, we used to get season tickets to see Princeton University play football every year. That was always an event, but paled in comparison to the games large colleges played. Despite the fact the Princeton played in the very first college football game (vs. Rutgers), like all Ivy League schools, it did not offer athletic scholarships and therefore didn’t attract many decent athletes. Hopewell Township Schools which I attended did not have a football program, so football was not stressed there at all. As interested as I was in sports, I couldn’t play it. I tried to play touch football with my brothers and the neighbors with mediocre results. I also played Peanut League, which was organized by the YMCA. It was kind of a poor boys little league. We had a basic field: no bleachers, no lights, no snack bar, no PA announcer. The teams were named after colleges that Princeton played: I usually played for Army and Cornell. My depth perception problems really made it next to impossible to play. I do remember Dad coming to a game once. I struck out twice, but then my last time up I somehow hit the ball and was able to get to third base. A triple, and Dad saw the whole thing! I hoped no one shared with him the fact that for almost the entire season, if I didn’t walk, I didn’t get on base.

Hooray! FINALLY. Someone was there to see you play. I don’t think it was just “Luck” that made you hit that triple that day. I think you were trying especially hard to impress your dad.
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