“The old game still beckons” by Carl D’Agostino

Jasper Hoogendam
May 1st, 2017 at 00:13

As long as grampa is swinging, you know he’s around and appreciated.

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clinock
April 30th, 2017 at 02:58

I grew up a Brit so cricket was our game, but I get the nostalgia. Enjoying your poetry these days.

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deepanilamani
April 28th, 2017 at 05:53

Thank you for the memories of old times. They were days there was no computer and I net and we played outside, real games and was so much fun 🙂 ❤

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Debra
April 28th, 2017 at 01:36

My husband loves to listen to the games more than watch on tv. The radio is a tie to his childhood listening pleasure. My whole family is baseball crazy! I loved the poem, Carl.

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pattisj
April 28th, 2017 at 01:00

Go Grampa!

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Dragthepen
April 27th, 2017 at 23:38

Memories.

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Grumpa Joe
April 27th, 2017 at 13:23

The street was our park. We used a sewer cover in the center of the road for home base and sewer drains at the curbs for first and third base; second was a chalk line circle. Of course there were few cars parked on the street because not many people owned cars. The same went for traffic.

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 21:41

Yeah, in the street. We used door mats for bases. Had to use rubber ball because of parked cars but a real baseball if the school field was empty. I always batted 4th. I was a very slow runner so just hit the ball over the fence and that solved that.

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The Good Greatsby
April 27th, 2017 at 11:03

I have so many memories of playing baseball with my grandpa. We didn’t stop playing as he got older. It just got that much easier to strike him out.

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 12:12

Aw, now you had to let him hit a few now and then. I need to change to a basketball to hit.

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Mark Petruska
April 27th, 2017 at 10:47

Love that bottom picture. “All the feels,” as the kids say!

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 12:18

He was the bee’s knees. Tip-top as they say.

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http://www.salpa58.wordpress.com
April 27th, 2017 at 09:16

Oh, Carl, I loved this post. It is so cute and nostalgic for me. Well done and I am smiling. ☺☺☺

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 09:25

Oh, how we adored Mickey Mantle.. There was one baseball game a week on TV back then. On Saturday. The Yankees(they beat Red Socks last night).We’d all be outside playing and the oldest kid, Robert, would watch the game and when The Mick was ready to bat he’d yell out the door “Mantle’s up ! Mantle’s up !” We dropped everything and ran inside to see him hit a homer. All of the statistics are wrong. Mickey Mantle hit a homer every time he batted. I was there. Mickey Mantle hit over 10 million home runs !

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Darlene
April 27th, 2017 at 07:47

Love the picture and the poem. ❤

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 07:51

I can’t run any more but still have a power swing. I can still hit to and sometimes clear that right field fence. I still have my glove from the 1960’s.

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craig
April 27th, 2017 at 07:04

Those Young Boys Are Playing Bocce Ball Not Baseball.
You Can Easily See The Bocce Balls They Are Holding And The Small Pallino Ball Near The Curb

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Carl D'Agostino
April 27th, 2017 at 07:14

You bigga meata ball. You crazazooni man. Anyway Flatbush boys shoot craps not play bocce. Thanks for making me smile.

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