Here Come The Boys of Summer

Oriole Park at Camden Yards in Baltimore
Photo by Kevin Moore


Once America’s pastime, baseball is now a distant second to the NFL. That said there’s a tradition and a sense of history in baseball that football can’t match – at least not yet.

Perhaps never.

Baseball season also marks a time of year for new beginnings. We emerge from the doldrums of winter, new life abounds, hope springs eternal and expectations, along with the outdoor temperatures rise.

Here come the boys of summer!

When I was a kid, a baseball and your bike were constant companions. Wherever you pedaled baseball, in some shape or form was there. Wall-ball, curb-ball, kick-ball and whiffle ball were as commonplace as the sunshine.

Baseball fields at neighborhood parks in those days were always populated and it seemed like a major coup when you and your friends could claim one that actually had a backstop.

Crushed soda cans were used for bases and if you were lucky, you found a couple of pizza boxes that when pulled apart just right looked enough like the bases at Memorial Stadium to satisfy us for a few hours.

Sometimes you couldn’t rally enough friends to play and that forced us to take some liberties with the rules. Ground balls only had to be thrown back to the pitcher for a force out and hits to the opposite field were automatic outs.

Pitchers generally lobbed the ball because everyone wanted to hit, even if the beaten wooden bats we could scrounge up were held together with duct tape and nails.

When the sun went down, families took to their backyards for a cookout or perhaps the Mack Daddy of Maryland summer treats – hot steamed crabs, but baseball was always present in conversation or via portable black and white TV’s or leather-bound transistor radios.

Believe it or not, back then All-Star games really mattered. Besides this Mid-Summer Classic our Orioles never played against the National Leaguers unless they made it to the World Series, something the Birds of Baltimore always seemed to be vying for.

We watched that battle between the leagues with pride, waiting impatiently for one of our guys to step up and make an impact play. Brooks, Frank, and Palmer were All-Star staples.

The Orioles…they were our guys.

One friend during whiffle ball games had an uncanny knack for imitating the batting stances of each Oriole. We competed to guess who was being imitated even down to the less memorable stances like that of Andy Etchebarren or Curt Blefary.

We knew the lineups too – had them memorized! Nearly every day it was the same except for an occasional platoon when Earl Weaver, relying on a then state-of-the-art filing system that helped him to take advantage of favorable matchups against opponents, made a line-up switch.

Earl Weaver, No. 4, the game’s best manager and by far the most entertaining, particularly when a call didn’t go the Orioles way. You knew it was just a matter of seconds before the diminutive skipper would pop out of the dugout and get in the grill of the men in blue.

Baseball is much different these days. It’s far more of an international game and so many players come and go with the passing seasons. Curt Flood and the advent of free agency took away the stability of a roster that seemed a given when I first became a fan. Then, as we grew up, the O’s roster grew older.

Yet they were always our guys and trading one was akin to a close family member moving away.

But change can be for the better and in many ways it is. During my formative years, we had to wait for late night scores from the West Coast well into the next day.  Unless of course you were able to stay awake with your transistor and ear bud as your bedside companions. Today, one look at a smartphone and more information about the game than you can possibly consume is at the tip of your finger.

Yes times have changed, baseball has changed but hopefully as the Orioles begin their 2013 campaign, those good times are as constant as they were back in the team’s heyday when black and orange, like black and purple today, galvanized a community.

For through the days, as The Field of Dreams reminded us, baseball is a constant. It represents all that is good about the spring, summer and early fall that lies ahead. Last year we were reminded of how exhilarating playoff baseball can be.

Maybe we can do it again.


Here come the boys of summer.


Photo by Kevin Moore

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  1. avatarKirk Stoffel (Captain Kirk) on said:

    Kirk Stoffel
    Nice read. Thanks Tony for bringing back all my childhood baseball memories. Especially playing in the neighborhood. I bridged the gap between baseball on the radio/Memorial stadium/no internet to baseball on the i-phone/Camden Yards/Corporate/information society. But the constant in all of this is the game itself. I pitched simulated Orioles games against that night’s opponent in a back alley of Grandmother’s house in West Baltimore by throwing a tennis ball at a warehouse wall…drew a strike zone with chalk on the wall…(funny I never lost a game). We had doubleheader whiffle-ball games on Friday nights in the summer playing under the street lights when it got dark…We used plastic hollow whiffle-ball bats that were wrapped with 5 lbs. of duct tape or electric tape and typically tennis balls instead of plastic whiffle balls. Those were the days of summer! My kids have no idea…fun was not at our fingertips…we had to go outside all year around and make/create our fun…And I loved and cherish every minute of it!

    • Tony LombardiTony Lombardi on said:

      Thanks for sharing Kirk. I hear you about the kids too. We had to make our own fun. I remember playing goalie in the back alleys during our roller hockey games, using a broom and a baseball glove. I once saw a kid take his Mom’s ironing board and use it as sort of a snow board during the winter. Great trip down memory lane…thanks again!

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