The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball.
America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.
It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again.
But baseball has marked the time.
This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray.
It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.
Oh people will come, Ray.
People will most definitely come”
–Terrence Mann – “Field of Dreams”
My favorite quote from my favorite movie of all time…….”Field of Dreams”
This morning, I had a 5 mile run through Forest Park and after 7 yesterday, I started out very tired. But the morning was cool and beautiful so I felt better and better as the run continued. I originally intended to get in 7 more miles but time ran out because we were going to see the St. Louis v Atlanta Braves at noonish. We went early to enjoy a beer and some sightseeing at the new Baseball Park before the game.
“Ray, people will come Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past.”
Sitting in those box seats brings back a flood of memories every single time I go to a ballgame. My Daddy “Jake” loved the Cardinals. Busch Stadium that my Dad visited was torn down several years ago but it feels the same. It’s the same buildings and landmarks all around. I always get emotional and chill bumps from being there. My Daddy doesn’t leave my mind for very long there.
“Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack.”
Love of baseball was a bond I shared with my dad from a very young age. He taught me to pitch, hit and catch. He taught me to be tough and if I got hurt, he would always tell me to stop crying and rub some dirt on it! 🙂
“And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes.”
I had 2 younger brothers who were pretty good baseball players so I had to really struggle to get my dad’s attention. I was a softball player and I had to vie for his attention to attend my games when my brother’s played. I often lost out to them….but my dad and I watched baseball on TV together and it is still to this day some of my happiness memories.
“And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces.”
We lived in Tennessee which was about 4 or 5 hour drive from St. Louis. I remember the first time my Dad and Mama took us to St. Louis to watch a couple of Cardinals game. I was 15 years old. I still remember when I first walked in that stadium. I still get that feeling today when I walk into Busch Stadium….did I mention that my Dad loved the Cardinals? 🙂
“People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.”
I made that trip with him a few more times over years after I got married and had my son. My Dad was in bad health so sometimes it was hard for him to show the same happiness that he did when he was in good health but I still remember looking at his face watching the Cardinals. My mother too…..she might have been considered a baseball groupie the way she fought her way down to get autographs! 🙂
“It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time.”
My dad died in 1984 at 51 years old. My mother died in 2003 at 59 years old. Today, they were both on my mind.
I think baseball does take me back to my childhood. I love sights, smells and sounds of baseball at a ballpark. I felt like a little girl.
“This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again.”
I love seeing all the people wearing Cardinals shirts…it’s probably the only time that I can think of that people of all ages, races, sex and backgrounds come together and behave as a family. The cheering, the high fives…and talking with strangers like you’ve known them all your life.
“Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.”
For a few hours today, I was a little girl again sitting with my Mama and Daddy watching the Birds beat the Braves.