baseball?

Yeah, baseball! Just finished the last two innings of the Mets opening day game. Very exciting. I am not a Met fan by any means, and really did not take this "limited" season very seriously, yet there I was, top of the ninth, routing for Edwin Diaz, the Mets relief pitcher, to put the Braves to sleep and win the game. A run one game, so he had to be careful. And that is what happened. For a few moments I was totally with it. Maybe this is a good sign. There is probably nine more weeks to go in the regular season. If I have to be home, with just the radio and computer---if some of these games can capture my imagination, then, it is only for the better.
   The first year I followed baseball day by day was 1951. It was a great year to do it---the debuts of Willie Mays, the Dodger-Giant playoff---the Yankees winning at the last moment---all events I followed very closely. My father was a math teacher who loved theater (and secondly movies) and was not terribly interested in sports in general, but he went with me to about nine or ten games that year---and followed along with me. Of course, all four of us---my brother (then 4), my mom, dad and myself were watching the television when Bobby Thompson hit his "shot heard round the world". That home run, in the last inning of the Dodger-Giant playoff, gave the pennant to the Giants---they were three runs behind when the inning began. Wow! Still an extremely exciting memory. I saw games that year in both Yankee Stadium and the Polo Grounds, but the latter ball park was much more inviting--one could get a ticket at the last minute and have a nice seat in the second deck.
    Otherwise, not much to report---my life just centers around my apartment---my energy level weaves in and out. Next book up is Suite Francaise, by Irene Nemirovsky--a book I have wanted to read for a long time. Will report on that and other things, soon.