October 21, 1975

When I was twenty five years old I was still a baseball fan.  I could recite at that time the winners and losers and number of games played in all World Series competitions dating back to 1939. I was also then a rabid partisan of the Boston Red Sox while still saving my heart for my first love, the Dodgers (the infidelity of their flight from Brooklyn, not quite ripping out the afore mentioned ol' "pump" in quite the same violent way that Mr. O'Malley's transgression had laid low many a native of Kings county).  To Be Continued