Take me back to my Childhood

Heavens, take me back. Last night on FSN Ohio, a replay of an NLCS game between Pittsburgh and Cincinnati was on. It made me think of my time in my childhood that made me a baseball fan. I was first gaining interest in Major League Baseball. I was in Cincinnati the night the Reds won the 1990 World Series in a sweep over the Oakland A’s and the Bash Brothers. I remember the next day walking around downtown and hearing people lay on their horns all day long. It was really neat.

Soon thereafter I got a baseball album of cards full of those 1990 Reds: Larkin, Sabo, Eric Davis, Mariano Duncan, Todd Benzinger, Joe Oliver, Jose Rijo, Scott Scudder, Norm Charlton, Randy Myers, Glenn Bragg. It was a magical group. They went wire-to-wire that year.

My roomate and I were talking when Barry Bonds; then 24 I believe, flashed on the screen last night. That was the golden age of baseball that we can never have back. The players, the uniforms, their body types; it made for majestic scene.

This got me excited for opening day. It might not be as good as it once was; but it’s as good once as it ever was.