I was helping son with a reading comprehension book the other day. The book has short, one-page stories followed by a few questions. He's an awesome reader but he tends to read the words without really understanding the story being told by the words.
Anyway, one of the stories we worked on together dealt with baseball. I used to be a huge Philadelphia Phillies fan when I lived in Philadelphia. My mom would put us on the EL (elevated train) and we'd go out to Veteran's Stadium to watch an afternoon, mid-week game. We sat in the bleachers and had a blast. We'd also go on bat day, hat day, raincoat day, etc. and hope to come home with the article signed by our favorite player.
When I was 10 years old we moved to New Hampshire. The Red Sox cured me of my like for baseball. This was back in the days before cable so watching a Phillies game was out of the question. The Red Sox were an American League team (designated hitter?!?! Come on!) and were awful.
I'm starting to feel like I want to watch a game or two. All because of a third-grade reading comprehension story about the tradition of opening day in baseball.
Posted by bbarton at August 10, 2007 10:33 AM