This was the first baseball excursion Lloyd and I ever went on. We stopped at a pub in Pittsburgh for a beer and the bartender managed to have a pair of seats right beside the Pirates dugout. And it was a very special night. The club was honouring the 1979 World Series Championship Pirates. Almost all of the old players were on the field, standing right in front of us. Roberto Clemente's widow and son were there to accept the great fielder's award. Th...

When I was a boy my uncle used to tell me baseball stories. He would also vividly describe the greatest Major League ballparks. When other five year olds went to bed dreaming about Winnie the Pooh, Mickey Mouse and Daffy Duck I dreamt of hitting homeruns at Ebbett's Field in Brooklyn, chasing down fly balls at Forbes Field in Pittsburgh or simply selling popcorn at Shibe Park in Philadelphia. My Disneyland, or I guess fantasyland, was going back in time to th...