![]() ![]() I’ve always been fascinated with Ebbets Field but have never been to the location. My father was a Brooklyn Dodgers fan, so growing up I heard plenty about Jackie Robinson, Pee Wee Reese, Carl Furillo, Duke Snider, and Ebbets Field. We have a “Where’s Waldo?” thing going on, where we text each other pictures of us standing next to a stadium with a “guess where I am?” tagline. It must be genetic because my brother Shane does the same thing. To this day, every time I’m in a new city, I try to seek out their art museums and the location of any old ballparks that may have stood at one time. There was a groundskeeper working right below us, quite possibly George Toma. I’d never seen anything quite as bright or beautiful in my young life. That’s the effect the green grass had upon me. I’ve written about this before, on how emerging from the tunnel, it was like in the movie The Wizard of Oz, when the film turns from black and white to color. We stopped on what would have been the third-base side and walked the ramp into the upper deck. It was very early fall and the field had already been laid out for football. That venture was probably back when I was just a tyke, I’m guessing 7 or 8. I’ve been fascinated with baseball parks ever since my father took me to Municipal Stadium for the first time. I played nearly all my games in places like the Baker Bowl, Shibe Park, the Polo Grounds or Ebbets Field. The other cool feature was the ability to play in any stadium, past or present. The graphics were good for the time and the thing I loved the most was the ability to pit teams from different eras against each other. Even though I’ve bever been much of a gamer, I loved playing this one. Years ago, I bought a video game called Old Time Baseball. ![]()
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