But Most Of All, I'm A Part

Baseball Is A Spirited Race Of Man Against Man, Reflex Against Reflex. A Game Of Inches. Every Skill Is Measured. Every Heroic, Every Failing Is Seen And Cheered, Or Booed. And Then Becomes A Statistic.

Wheaties Was The Big Sponsor In Those Days (1940s). They Sponsored Almost All The Baseball Games In The Majors And The Minors. That Was A Lot Of Wheaties. I Think There Were Twenty-four Boxes In A Case And Some Of These Guys Were Hitting Twenty-five And Thirty Home Runs A Season. We Had A Dog In Those Days Named Blue Grass And The Players Used To Give Us Their Wheaties For Him. Blue Grass Loved Wheaties And So Did I.

It's Time To Say Goodbye, But I Think Goodbyes Are Sad And I'd Much Rather Say Hello. Hello To A New Adventure.

So Much Happened (in 1968) It Was Hard To Keep Up With Everything. We Had Denny Mclain's Thirty-one Victories, Gates Brown's Great Pinch-hitting In The Clutch, Tom Matchick's Home Run To Beat Baltimore In The Ninth Inning, Then Daryl Patterson Striking Out The Side To Beat Them In The Ninth. Excitement Every Day In The Ballpark.

Anything Can Happen. That's The Beauty Of Creating.