Life really sux...

[Dave]

When I was in college, Forbes Field was very close. So in September, I used to take my homework in a bonder, pay my $2.00 to get into the really cheap seats in the bleachers and watch the ball game while doing my homework.

I spent many a pleasant evening smelling overcooked hot dogs from the stone and iron grill, watching the game and doing partial differential equations in between pitches. A late summer night in the slow and very comfortable, relaxing lane.

Now golf, that's the waste of a good walk.

[Riverwind]

I wish to correct my post, I was almost right when I talked about my uncle Red.

On August 10, 1944, throwing for the Boston Braves against his former team Cincinnati Reds, Barrett pitched a 2–0 shutout at Crosley Field. It was the shortest night game in history, lasting just 1 hour and 15 minutes. His 58 pitches were also the fewest pitches thrown in a complete game. He faced the minimum 27 batters, surrendered 2 hits, walked no one and struck out no one. The game was umpired behind home plate by the noted umpire Jocko Conlon.[2][1]

When my grandmother died my Uncle came to the funeral and the day after Red, his son, my brother and I went golfing. it was 1974. Red was 60 my brother 40, both 9 handicap, they decided to play for money, not much a buck a hole buck a put kind of thing. Now we were playing at a course that my brother played on every week, my uncle had never seen it, my brother had his own clubs, shoes, etc. Red rented everything. My uncle took him for about 80 bucks as I remember plus had to pay for the golf, including cart. My brother shot 11 over par, my uncle shot 3 under. As my brother was handing over the money I herd my uncle say "once a pro, always a pro".

I only spent a total of 9 days in my life with my uncle yet I received some great life lessons from him, he was one of a kind. Was on the cover of TIME in April 1946, I have a copy of it.

River