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WHEN IT WAS A GAME: It was a time when, while hanging precariously over the railing, if you asked a super star like "Stan “The Man" to sign your program he would smile and ask, “Who to?!” - and not expect to be paid $49.99, plus tax.


BIG LEAGUE DREAMS: Like millions of my contemporaries in 1956, I had aspirations to play Major League baseball - and all my heroes were ballplayers.

Like it or not, ballplayers are role models for the youth of America

After walking up the cool, dark ramp to the reserved seats on the third base side of old Busch Stadium, I emerged into the open, and the brilliant, searing heat of the early afternoon July sun in St. Louis hit me full force. The field seemed vast to a 7-year old who had anticipated this day for two months: A Sunday double header with the Braves!


Burdette and Spahn going against Jackson and Mizell. Heaven surely couldn't have provided the pure joy and elation that overwhelmed me as I peered out over the acres of green where Musial, Boyer, Moon, Cooper and company were taking batting practice and Aaron, Mathews, Logan and Adcock were busy at a game of pepper, preparing for a day’s work.

These were my heroes. Don't let anyone ever suggest, as many athletes do today, that these men and many other ball players of the era were not role models to millions of us classified as "Baby Boomers." Professional athletes cannot relinquish, off-hand, their responsibility to the youth of America.

Of course, these men were human and far from perfect. However, their personal discretions never threatened the integrity of the game or the well-being of the youth striving to emulate them on the field. It was a time when "the game" was respected by players, owners, major league governance and the fans.

THE 1950s WAS A TIME when "the game" was respected by players, owners, major league governance and the fans.

There were no multimillion-dollar contracts, no free agency, no cable TV, no performance-enhancing drugs, no bikini-clad plastic surgery queens extolling the virtue of drinking low-carb, low-cal pseudo-brew, no player's union and no attorneys interfering with a deal and a handshake.

There were no swimming pools, video game arcades, sky boxes or skytrons within the "friendly confines." The fare for the afternoon was hot dogs, peanuts and cracker jacks. If you were looking for sushi or nachos you were not only in the wrong place, but in the wrong country, in 1956.

The players sported no beards, corn rows, shaggy hairdos or piercings. The only glove used in baseball was a fielder's, catcher's or first-baseman's mitt. Other gloves were used when it was cold or on the golf course.

EBBETS FIELD was a shrine to baseball in the 1950s.

That was a time when ballparks were called County Stadium, Connie Mack Stadium, Ebbets Field and The Polo Grounds, rather than being named for banks, animal supply outfits or cellular phone companies whose only interest in baseball is to have a venue to market on the “big screen.”

That was a time when the Commissioner of Baseball had some “cojones” and took his responsibility to protect the integrity of the game seriously.

Player to fan: "Show me the money."

Fan to player: "Show me some class."

In 1956, major league baseball was not an industry being suckled by hundreds of disparate parasites, performing like a phony professional wrestling troupe and living by the adage: "Show me the money!"

FANS COULD ALWAYS COUNT on the Mick and Yogi - both on and off the field.

Ball players didn't come and go at the whim of an agent or owner. The great teams of the '40s and '50s maintained their nucleus of star players and earned the adoration of their fans.

I always knew that Musial and Boyer would be in the Cardinal line-up; Spahn, Burdette, Aaron, Mathews, Logan, Adcock and Crandall in the Braves line-up; Snider, Reese, Robinson, Furillo, Hodges and Campy in the Dodger line-up; and Berra, Ford, Mantle, Richardson and Howard in the Yankee line-up.

Ask yourself if you, as a fan, are better off now (free agency, dominance of large media markets, minimal regard for cohesive team building by owners, and huge salaries that have led to player's "excel at any cost" attitude) than then.

That was a time when, while hanging precariously over the railing, if you asked a super star like Musial or Mays to sign your program, they would smile and ask, “Who to?!” - and not expect to be paid $49.99, plus tax.

That’s when the game was played by naturally hard-hitting, hard-driving men who respected the game and it's heritage, and who didn’t mind taking a minute to make the dreams of a 7-year-old fan come true.

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BUSCH STADIUM, July 1956; Cardinals vs. Braves. That's me 10 rows up behind the dugout eating a hot dog and yelling for Jackson to throw it by him. I remember WHEN IT WAS A GAME. Do you?

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